Jackassalope

Rise and Shine…

So we made a rash decision to go to the Oregon coast for the weekend. I haven’t been here for three years. What makes that fact even sadder (lesson to reader-sadder isn’t an actual word) is that it’s only the third time I’ve ever made the trek out here. I’ve lived in this fine state for almost seven forgettable years now, all of which I was a mere hour and a half from the windy, frigged Pacific, and I simply never bothered to go. But in my ever growing wisdom I recently realized that if it’s good enough for the Goonies then it’s good enough for me. My lack of journeymanism is not the point. So what is the point you ask?

This little gem reiterates the fact that having a kid is a full time job; 24/7 and even more so 7/52. For those of you that aren’t privy to the genius, that’s 24 hours a day, 7 days a week – 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. I know it’s a little intense.

We pulled into the beach house around 8:30 in the pm, and promptly spent the next hour and half trying to get my little darling to fall asleep. You don’t realize the true potential of the volume of your child’s voice until they decide they don’t want to fall asleep in a foreign bedroom; nothing turning up the stereo doesn’t fix. Catching up with friends ensued, coupled with wine and the musical stylings of three fools who aren’t as good as they think they are; yours truly included. Finally, spinning and content, we made it off to bed.

All in all not a bad evening… But when the morning comes around the kid’s internal alarm clock never fails to go off. It’s 6:30 in the am, and little Sophia is rising and shining. I, however, am not shining, but never the less I have to rise; 24/7 and even more so 7/52. But all it takes is for her to smile and say “daddy”, and it’s all okay. Now if you can excuse me while I go and brew another pot of coffee.

Lucas Burt