Gettin' Older

Well, Happy Tuesday.

A friend recently reminded me that "gettin' older ain't for sissies."

So true.

We've been working hard for the last day or two to put the finishing touches on Sonwun's new bedroom. And we're just about there. Last night he slept in it, all alone, for the first time. To our surprise, he even requested we shut the door.

This is a kid who wanted a night light in the hallway, outside his shared bedroom, only a few months ago.

Oh, but the gettin' older thing. On Sunday, we were finally ready to lay the new laminate floor. It's not that difficult a task, physically or otherwise. Yeah, you gotta bend down and get up a couple hundred times, and run up and down the stairs to the garage to cut pieces down to size. But that's no biggie, right?

Wrong. My legs, my butt, my back . . . all feeling stiff sore and, well, old on Monday. Nevertheless, I managed to get most of the baseboard in place, complaining a lot, before running out to get more. I expect to get it all finished today.

This means that Sonwun now has the Batman dream room he's always wanted. And Sontoo's Cars-themed room is pretty much complete as well. And that means there are only three rooms in the house that are still in some stage of demolition/reconstruction. Not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel just yet.

Oh, and speaking of getting older . . . Tomorrow Sontoo will celebrate is first real birthday and his fourth year on the planet. Yes, a Leap Year baby. A party is planned and it should be a good time.

I was gonna rant a little about Chicken Little Bob Rae and about the Liberals having to deal with one of their people using a House of Commons computer to harass a Conservative Member of Parliament. Boy, gotta suck when you're trying to piss on the other party's ethics and something like this pops up, eh Bob?

Anyhoo, we'll save that for another day.

Have a great Tuesday.

Ouch

Ooooohhhhh.

So sore this morning. Getting' older sucks.

Spent much of yesterday trying to get the drywall done in a small part of Sonwun's soon-to-be-new bedroom. One piece in particular, about a half sheet on the ceiling, gave me trouble. It was up and down about five times before I finally got it to fit correctly. Then holding it in place with one hand and trying to get it screwed down with the other . . . I used muscles that apparently haven't seen action in a while.

Back in the day . . . sit down and listen kiddies, an old person is speaking . . . I was able to spend an entire day hanging drywall and still come home and play baseball at night, followed by a few beers at the pub. I would awake the following morning feeling fine, refreshed and ready for another day of hard work.

I guess the definition of hard work, in my life anyway, has shifted slightly. Such is the life of a stay-at-home dad. I mean, by the current definition, I still have a big day ahead. I need to make banana bread, I need to make regular bread. I need to clean up the giant coffee spill in the front hallway, I need to keep the minions from fighting and I need to hang a couple more pieces of drywall and maybe start taping said drywall. There's also laundry, if I'm feelin' crazy.

But right now, I need to make pancakes. The minions are hungry and are not shy about telling me so. 

Have a great Saturday.