There isn't really a lot to write about these days. Which is why I don't write much here. I don't even bother with quick two paragraphs and a picture posts like I once did. I guess I'm getting over blogging.
During the week it's simply get up, get the kids feed, dressed and to school and then pick them up at 3. Feed them dinner, get them to martial arts or soccer and then get them ready for bed. Wash, rinse, repeat.
And now the kids are home for winter break so I have them 24/7 until after the new year.
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| And hope they don't burn the house down over boredom |
But hey, the Bears exceeded expectations and have clinched a playoff berth. I'm guaranteed two more regular season games and at least one playoff game. Given how lucky they have been, I have no delusions that they will go deep but maybe they win their first playoff game? That's the price of being a Bears fan. There was a not less than zero chance the Bears could have missed the playoffs even with winning 11 game this season.
Fortunately, they secured a berth with a miraculous win over Green Bay Saturday Night and a bizarre loss by the Detroit Lions the next day.
Many of my neighbors have ponds in their front or back yards so we have a lot of geese. I’ve started giving them the end pieces of bread that my kids won’t eat anymore (they actually used to eat them). It might be my wishful thinking but I feel like since I started paying tribute to my Widgeon Overlords, there is less goose shit on my driveway.
Whenever Facebook or even Google Photos shows me what I was doing X years ago, I get a little nostalgic for what was. I guess I didn't really appreciate what I had and what I've given up to come down here. There is no easy path back to Chicago and I have to learn to be okay with that.
Tomorrow night the Adamas arrive and will stay with us until Saturday or perhaps Sunday. It use to be us arriving to spend time down here but now we host. All because we came down here to meet our new niece instead of waiting until Christmas. Nightingale is the one who bought SIL a Match dot com subscription for Christmas one year and that's how she met Confederate Jethro. He was on good behavior, more or less, until after the wedding and then he let his racism, misogyny and homophobia flags fly at full mast.
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