Staying home with Jack, there's really not a whole lot that I can do. When I had free time to myself, I would use that time to go for a long run or go to the gym. Sometimes, I would just go for a ride on my motorcycle (when I was allowed) and see if there's anything new happening in the neighborhood. I did pretty much everything I could think of besides watch T.V. Guess what I do with my time now?
Don't get me wrong. I don't think of spending time with my son as a hindrance in my life. I love every second I spend with him. This entry is more about how I spend my time in between changing diapers, trying to stop Jack from crying and wiping spit-up off of me.
One thing many people may have already noticed, is that I change my Facebook status...A LOT. But who's counting? Seems like every thought that comes to my mind, I feel the need to post it. I came into the conclusion that the only reason why some people change their Facebook status so often is because they have absolutely nothing better to do. Just like me. I guess they're the same kind of people that write blogs and then change their Facebook status so people know they just wrote another uninteresting blog. Losers.
On a more serious note, I sometimes think about where I'm going with my life. I think about school and if getting extra education is really going to get me anywhere closer to my goal. I think about the bills and expenses that we have. Lindy and I are not poor, but we're not big timing and rollin' on dubs either. In other words, I don't have diamond teeth like Kanye West or a Big A$$ Chain like T-Pain.
I was just watching TLC and they had a show about an "8-limbed boy." Here's a very very brief summary: A 6-year-old kid from India has a parasitic twin growing out of his chest. The legs and arms of his twin were the only thing exposed from his body and the doctors removed it. The boy lived happily ever after.
TCL and Discovery have numerous shows like this, and none of them are terribly uplifting. As I watched this boy being operated on by several doctors and seeing his family falling apart because they feared the worst outcome, I just thought about how stupid some of my worries are. I agree, that in retrospect, this family's ordeal was unique. But it really doesn't change the fact that A family was going through with it. This family had nothing, but when they found out their son was going to be fine, they were elated.
Here I am, with a perfect little boy and lovely wife, watching this show on one of my 47" HDTV's, sitting on my sofa and writing a blog in my laptop, grumpy about going back to work tomorrow. My life is so hard. Seriously, though, I am truly blessed to have a life that I have now. Sometimes I feel like it was given to me and I never had to work for it. Will I stop worrying about silly things? Probably not. But I will definitely try harder to put things in perspective.
