I’m about to be a father to my
third child.
I know what you’re thinking – big whoop
– a ton of dudes have three kids.
But ask yourself this: how many of
those dudes had their first at the tender age of 41?
Yeah that is what I thought punchy.
Judge lest ye be judged – idiot!
JK.
To give some context to just how
crazy this is, consider what I told my father-in-law who is in town for the
birth and to help us with some home projects because, as I told him:
I lived in student housing for ten years and never had to mow a lawn or fix an appliance or anything like that so I never owned power tools; I spent all my money on guitar shit.
Now here I am with a house and kids
and it doesn’t really help that I know the chords to Simple Man or how to play
Auld Lang Syne fingerstyle.
What I could really use is some
practical know-how (plus a volt meter) and some patience but you don’t’ exactly
acquire these things naturally when you bachelor it up for twenty years
catering to you and you alone. Why is it so hard to get out the door for
school???
But, sometimes, my boys dig me (and
my bad impressions of Bruce the shark from Nemo, or Christopher Walken or Al
Pacino [“ranger choke hold Charlie!”] and they know I want to form a band with
them named The Steaming Diapers so…
And maybe, just maybe, if I can keep
it together as I prepare to lose a ton of sleep over the next 18 years, I might
just live to buy some more guitar shit.
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