I committed myself to it after dinner tonight. Seeing as I'm not truly a single father, I felt it was okay for me to cheat a little and let Janelle make dinner. But after dinner, Joules put on play clothes and grabbed her shoes, so we made our way outside.
I had high hopes for getting some things done. As soon as we got outside I pulled out the trampoline, which was almost entirely ignored so that Joules could climb all over the car. I did manage to fold a couple tents that were in my garage from past camping trips. I was about to move to weeding the garden when it happened--the dreaded sound of neighborhood children.
That sound is the biggest productivity killer in the world. As soon as she hears it, she's bolts for the front of the house and I have to race her to the street. She always stops at the sidewalk, but I still yell at her to stop every time; some kind of compulsive distrust.
So I sat in Cool Matt's yard and talked with him about his summer camp job while the neighborhood kids fought over toys. Matt writes hip hop with morals for kids, and he gave me a good history hip hop because, "No offense, but you don't look like the hip hop type." If I had a smart phone, I would have pulled it out to Google "hip hop" just to show that I wasn't offended.
Now we're home, a load of laundry started, and Joules is winding down for bed. If I don't fall asleep when we do story time I might get a second load started. If I'm lucky, I won't get too annoyed that I never did get to weeding the garden. Maybe tomorrow.
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