I have today off from work. While Junior naps, I’m trying to work on my lame presentation.
But oops, here I am blogging instead.
I’ve chosen “Staying on top” as my personal mission. It’s the perfect theme, really. I do want to stay on top—of my workload and projects and co-worker gossip. On the personal side, I want to stay on top of getting in shape, shredding my mail and catching leftovers in the fridge before they grow three layers of mold and fungi and slither up the stairs to eat me in my sleep.
I haven’t chosen my graphic element yet. When I Googled “on top” I was inundated with ideas. Nothing work-related, mind you.
Chuck’s on another job interview. It’s hard to believe he’s been laid off for a year. I don’t come home to as many fortresses these days. As much as Chuck has enjoyed his quality time with Junior, he’s almost ready to trade his sippy cups for travel mugs.
It’s funny how many stay-at-home dads are out there. When Chuck takes Junior to the indoor playground, he sees just as many dads as moms. It’s almost a pickle party, he said. That’s fine with me. I’d rather not think about Chuck chatting up moms and exchanging numbers for playdates while I’m plugging away, giving presentations on, um, you know, staying on top. One of us has to keep our head out of the gutter.
Know what else is funny? Chuck took my brother to the indoor playground last week so Ted could scope out the crowd, now that he’s single. When my brother asked Chuck for a buck for coffee, a woman smiled at them and said, “You two make a nice couple.”
Oh, poetic justice. You can be so very sweet.