One of my favorite parts of being a stay-at-home dad is in finding the differences from day-to-day. At this point, you're probably thinking something along the lines of "But Jesse, you've said before that your days can all be pretty similar." That's accurate; I have said something like that before. However, there are often enough little differences to provide me with some enjoyment. I like to find irony in some of the situations I encounter. Or at least something that I (or Alanis Morissette) would perceive to be irony. A better word choice may be to find contrasts. No, I don't mean contrasting colors. I mean contrasting events.
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| Not a lame pun at all, right? |
One of my goals each day is to just accomplish one thing of
value. You know, outside of actually caring
for Ellie. And writing this blog. So, today's big event was to clean the
kitchen. This is normally something I
try to tackle each evening, but there are times when the laziness runs deeper
than others. Unfortunately, the previous
night had turned in that direction so things didn't get done. So here I am in the middle of cleaning, soapy
water up to my elbows, bubbles floating in the air. Ellie is sitting in her bouncy chair across
the room happily chewing on Sophie the Giraffe (this one actually came with a
name!) when she suddenly begins to scream.
As I really only had a couple of things left, I decide to just let her
holler since I still had my earplugs in.
I finish up what's in the sink and walk across the kitchen to grab our
waffle iron to wash up. On the way back,
the waffle iron slams shut on my fingers and I immediately let out a loud
"Owie!" Certainly a manly way to
express one's pain, I know. Ellie's
response is not to check on Daddy. Nope,
her response is to break out of crying and begin laughing and giggling. I wish I could make that up, but it's
impossible to do so.
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| I'd be happy to loan these guys my waffle iron if they need it. |
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending upon your point of
view, today's had two of this nice little ironies. Background first, one of my hobbies during
the day is listening to the radio. And
everyone knows that any part of a good radio experience is GIVEAWAYS!!! Yay for bold
and caps. Not to toot my own horn, but I
have become kind of proficient at winning stuff. I actually totaled it up and I have won
thirteen various prizes over the past six years ranging from a Royals branded
garbage can all the way up to a MacBook Air.
The prize this time was a copy of the NBA 2K17 video game if anyone
cares.
Anyway, Ellie and I needed to head down to the station to
pick up my prize so we got ready to go.
After buckling Ellie in, I proceeded to walk around the rear of my
car. While doing so, I accidentally hit
the garage door opener in my pocket and the door began to go down, stopping
very quickly as I walked through the sensor.
Hopping in my car, I shifted into reverse and was met by a loud scraping
sound and pop within five seconds. I
immediately shifted into drive, pulled forward, parked and got out of the car
to find my car antenna had impacted the bottom of the garage door. The plastic antenna mount had actually
splintered into fragments all over the roof of my car. Luckily I hadn't gone back any further or I
would have caused real damage by my luggage rack hitting the door. I found great irony in the fact that I would
have something unlucky (and upsetting) like that befall me while heading to
pick up a $50 prize.
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| Rest in Peace Stubby Antenna. 2015 - 2016 |
Like I said, contrasting events can make the day seem brand
new if you look at it that way. That and
it helps to keep me from being totally bitter about something dumb that will
likely cost me a pretty penny to repair.
Not Ellie's lucky penny though; that one stays in my wallet until she
doesn't try to eat it. #DaddyWrite
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