It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement
turns to sand
With a one-way ticket
to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends
I still don't understand.
Its the end of the day and I know I'm beat. My patience has been strung out and I know I'm due to pass out on the couch and let it all go. For those out there that are parents, they know the drill. Go to work, Get home, Feed the kids, put em to bed, eat dinner, kiss your wife goodnight and start the whole routine all over. It sucks and it's a horrible way to raise a child and keep a family.
We try to break from the mold, but there's only so much your body can handle, and once you've reached that point - its back to zombie parenting.
As I drove to work today, I thought about how fast Noah has grown up. Almost 4 years ago, we brought the little hurricane home, ecstatic yet hoping he would quit crying and get some sleep. Time is flying and I frequently think back about the younger me, when I was Noah's age and my father was mine. The pictures in the hallway do nothing but remind me how fast time flies.
Taking Noah fishing is like re-living my past, only its my turn in the drivers seat. We always talk about what we would do when we are older, yet few of us actually remember that we are and its actually our turn. There's so little time to raise your children. It is flying away at exponential rates. In many ways, I already miss my 2 year old, who is now 3. It won't be long till he wont want to fish with his old man on a Saturday. Do yourself a favor. Take your children outdoors. You owe it to yourself and your kids.
J
We try to break from the mold, but there's only so much your body can handle, and once you've reached that point - its back to zombie parenting.
As I drove to work today, I thought about how fast Noah has grown up. Almost 4 years ago, we brought the little hurricane home, ecstatic yet hoping he would quit crying and get some sleep. Time is flying and I frequently think back about the younger me, when I was Noah's age and my father was mine. The pictures in the hallway do nothing but remind me how fast time flies.
Taking Noah fishing is like re-living my past, only its my turn in the drivers seat. We always talk about what we would do when we are older, yet few of us actually remember that we are and its actually our turn. There's so little time to raise your children. It is flying away at exponential rates. In many ways, I already miss my 2 year old, who is now 3. It won't be long till he wont want to fish with his old man on a Saturday. Do yourself a favor. Take your children outdoors. You owe it to yourself and your kids.
J
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