This one's gonna be very short. It is 6:24 AM. I woke up about ten minutes ago and just knew that it was 11:00PM. I went to sleep at 9:30 and there was no way that more than two hours had passed. I'm guessing the Earth spun faster last night. We have to leave the house in 20 minutes. Even if you don't have kids you should know how that game goes.
If I had to give it a theme, I'd say that this week is The Eliminator from American Gladiators. Co-Parent's on vacation, so I'm doing drop off and pick-up of Darkwing Baby. But this wouldn't be The Eliminator if it were just that simple. I don't have a car anymore, so I have to find the path of least resistance to get to her school. But this wouldn't be The Eliminator if it were just that simple. Her school is located in a part of the city where you have to cross a spiked chasm, walk over hot lava, and go around a dragon. In other words, I have to rely on Metro.
The first day I tried the train. That didn't go well. It's a ten minute drive normally. It took an hour and some change on the train. So the next day I tried the bus. I might as well have walked, which is exactly what I did the day after that. I walked through Rock Creek Park and got there in an hour. That was fine, except for the whole part about getting back. I tried walking back with the child. Even with her in a stroller, it still took over an hour, because a good chunk of the path isn't paved. And then there's the matter of this ski slope that they call a hill at the end of that walk.
But this wouldn't be The Eliminator if it were just that simple. I'm cleaning out my grandmother's house, so there's a very large dumpster in front of her house that I ordered. I only have two weeks, else I have to pay more money, so I have to scramble to empty the house. Sooooo....regardless of how she gets to school and gets home, the middle of the day is spent lugging bags of clothes and other old-people objects to a dumpster where I have to summon the power of Castle Greyskull to toss things up and over the 6 foot tall dumpster walls.
When all is said and done, I come home, cook dinner, play whatever game my daughter makes up in her mind, and then put her to bed before passing out myself. One day someone will write a song about me, grab a lyre and go from town to town singing my ballad.
It's 6:43...gotta run to the train by 6:50 and make this child eat eggs that apparently aren't up to her standards. That song will be beautiful.
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