Have you ever watched tohse movies, where your see the (anti) hero sitting in a room, broken glass around him, burised up with some cuts and they start telling you about how they got there. Well let's brack track four months.
Last post was around early September, right before I left for NYC. Keep up this is going to go fast.
Met up with the boys. A weekend of drinking and introspection.
Came home and my brother and his wife came to visit. My nephew turned one year old on the 26th of Dec. I have seen him a collective 14 days out of that year. I should be ashamed of myself.
The boy got sick. Really sick. Hand-foot-motuh virus, then a stomach virus with diarreah and vomitting (actually happy when it was diarreah because something was getting digested), ear infection, ear infection, asathama. I know I am forgetting something. I guess its not the kind of sickness that makes you question God or anything, but sick. Back to back to back to back. There is no joy or release or understanding or peace that comes with writing about that. I feel it a failure to myself that I could not write about those times.
He is better now. I am better now. I live and die with that kid. I'm not the same person I was four months ago. I dont have it in me anymore. This essay (piece/rambling/retort to my personal demons) is not meant to be (insert important sounding writing document here).
I dont know how to end this entry. Hoe about some pictures of the boy and an update. He is crawling like a champ and pulling himself up onto things. He looks like his mother. I have spent the last four months, trying to do my best to assure that he is healthy and with that happy. I think he is both.
(Time Break - 3 days)
I actually re-read the entry and have decided to leave it as the drunk rambling that it was. I did clean some spelling mistakes. I guess the one part that needs clarification is where I wrote "I dont have it in me anymore." I am not sure what I meant there, but I think it had something to do with just being around him so much, since I still havent found a permanent job, and just the wearing downt hat comes with being around a small (now mobile child) all the time.
Oh yeah, I forgot to add the pictures.
Last few notes for clean up and updating. I only managed to keep one of my 2007 resolutions - reading War and Peace. I finished it sometime in October. It took me about 9 months. I did not manage to run the 1/2 marathon or anything close to it. And I did eat a good share of fast food.
