vacation update
I'm under the influence of too little sleep, too much anxiety and an overdue bout of depression on the horizon.
Angela, Owen and I drove all day yesterday. Seriously. ALL. DAY.
Owen started getting sick with a snotty nose and congestion the night before we left. Angela got a ticket while flying driving through Grant's Pass though. That sucked. We stopped and had a quick visit with an old friend about an hour and a half away from our destination. I was just about out of my mind with being sick of being in the truck. Even Owen, who'd been fantastic the whole way, was saying, "No want to car" at that point. We made it to her parents' place safe and sound, if slightly unhinged.
We didn't do much today. I wanted to take Owen across the street and play at the school's playground and take him to the quaint-changing-to-yuppified-gentrification downtown area, but it was raining all morning. Bah.
We went to have lunch with A's mom, but Owen sacked out on the way and I accidentally woke him up when we got there. He cried the whole time. Poor kid. Never took a nap but was his usually silly, fun self the rest of the day. He's such a great kid. I feel so lucky to be his dad.
Tomorrow, Thanksgiving in case you don't have a calendar, I have to get up and drive Owen a few hours North and West to rendezvous with Denise. She took the train down and should be getting in sometime that morning.
Then I plan on eating and drinking myself into a coma when I get back. I'll go for a run on Friday. I missed out on today's run. Just slipped my mind. Then just take it easy for a couple days and read a few books until we have to drive back home on Sunday.
Angela, Owen and I drove all day yesterday. Seriously. ALL. DAY.
Owen started getting sick with a snotty nose and congestion the night before we left. Angela got a ticket while flying driving through Grant's Pass though. That sucked. We stopped and had a quick visit with an old friend about an hour and a half away from our destination. I was just about out of my mind with being sick of being in the truck. Even Owen, who'd been fantastic the whole way, was saying, "No want to car" at that point. We made it to her parents' place safe and sound, if slightly unhinged.
We didn't do much today. I wanted to take Owen across the street and play at the school's playground and take him to the quaint-changing-to-yuppified-gentrification downtown area, but it was raining all morning. Bah.
We went to have lunch with A's mom, but Owen sacked out on the way and I accidentally woke him up when we got there. He cried the whole time. Poor kid. Never took a nap but was his usually silly, fun self the rest of the day. He's such a great kid. I feel so lucky to be his dad.
Tomorrow, Thanksgiving in case you don't have a calendar, I have to get up and drive Owen a few hours North and West to rendezvous with Denise. She took the train down and should be getting in sometime that morning.
Then I plan on eating and drinking myself into a coma when I get back. I'll go for a run on Friday. I missed out on today's run. Just slipped my mind. Then just take it easy for a couple days and read a few books until we have to drive back home on Sunday.