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A very busy day and a very quiet night

Today went not at all like I had hoped it would. Not that it was bad. Just different than I had hoped.

It started out with me getting up with just enough time to put some clothes on and head to a men's meeting at church. That started at 10:00 in the morning. It ended at about 11:30 and I was home by 12:00. That left about an hour or so.

My wife was picked up by her mother for a massage treatment at my sister-in-law's house in San Ramon. My kids are spending the night there tonight so they needed to be packed. Which landed on me to finish up because my wife was feeling a little incapable of moving today (it is part of the affliction she is burdened with and which happens to incapacitate her pretty regularly).

So I spent a pretty decent amount of time getting the kids' bag packed, pillows and blankets put together and the truck filled up with their stuff. Then it was off to the barber shop for haircuts because both my son and I needed a trim.

But first we had to do lunch, and though I had hot dogs to cook I could literally not find a small pot anywhere in the house. It doesn't help that every dish... well, every usable dish... is dirty at the moment. So rather than spend six hours cleaning my kitchen to make hot dogs I decided to take the kids to Rubio's for lunch.

We finished up there at about 3:00 or so and I called my barber to see how long the wait was (because I was supposed to leave Fremont at 4:00 to pick up my wife at her sister's house). He said he only had maybe two people waiting and now was the perfect time to come on by. So I did.

I waited at the barber shop for about an hour and 15 minutes before getting my son in the chair. I was up a few minutes later. After a buzzcut for the boy and a trim for me, we left the barber shop at about 4:50. Nice.

We stopped to get money to give to Katie, my best sister-in-law in the whole world (seriously, if ever there was a model woman/friend/sister-in-law, this is it), then headed to San Ramon. I got there with just enough time to have Katie's downstairs neighbor bang her floor in protest to the loud floor bashing my kids were doing.

With that she left to take the kids to dinner. The kids were spending the night with her so I left with Sandi on my arm excited at what the evening had in store for us.

Apparently, that was not much.

We hit up the Cheesecake Factory on the way home for some desert. We got home and ate it. Then we vegged on the couch for a long while. We got hungry at about 9:15 so I picked up some take out and we ate that and watched TV until about 11:15 when she fell asleep.

Knowing I have to get up early my decision to hit the sack in a few minutes is a pretty logical one. I am beat. But our anniversary so far has been, well, really not an anniversary celebrating at all save for a taco and a slice of cheesecake. I really wish my wife was feeling better.

I could have used a little celebration tonight. Whatever the case, I had a great day with my kids and a good afternoon with my wife I suppose things could be a lot worse.

Thank God they are not. But I know they could be.