Coffee And TV

My house currently looks like a Fiona Apple Video: The big kid is sprawled on the couch, face smooshed against the arm; the baby is in his crib, a tangle of arms, legs, and toys; the dog is splayed on his side, half in and half out of his dog bed; the wife, fresh off a fantastic birthday, is sprawled out on the floor near my feet (relax, I was stroking her hair), and I’m falling on my keyboard from time to time.

It’s ridiculous having to go back and delete about 4 pages of KkKKKKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssss[behold, I actually woke up to a string of esses; what’s here is the actual example!].

I’m finally done with 12 straight days of making television. 12 VERY long days, fueled by coffee (way too much coffee), adrenaline, and the trust and hope that I’ll be on the road heading home again.

sdssssssssssssssssssssssddddddddddssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss [seriously, I just fell asleep with my hands on home row…also, note that there’s about an hour time lapse here–between the random letters and me typing *this*]

My wife has had a hard week; she’s had virtually no space (the kids are like little clinging monkeys that throw feces, make loud noises, eat just for the hell of it “Oh look, Bananas!”) kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

[for the love of Pete…]

My wife has had rough week, just keeping it together, and I’m quite proud of her. But now, she’s laying on the cold hard floor, and I keep waiting for some heroin chic chanteuse to be sitting in a bathtub crooning, “I did a bad bad thing

[aaand, again…another 10 minutes elapsed]


Looking now at the clock, It’s been almost two hours since I attempted writing this post. If I’m lucky, the kids will all sleep in until 6am! Sleeping in…Ha! And if they wake up early I shall help myself to some of that wonderful dark roast in the coffee maker (again, my wife wins with the suggestion and purchase of said coffee maker) and turn on the TV to entertain, distract and otherwise–temporarily–babysit my kids.

No, not the proudest moment in parenting, but necessary, so I can reset, and start over again.