When did this happen
Recently I have realized something about my self but before I get to the great epiphany I should probably give some background information about my situation. When I was growing up I led what some would call a sorted life in regards to partying and the like. Never anything too serious but I did take my fair share road trips with my brother, ie we spontaneously followed the Grateful Dead around the country for a summer during high school, and we would never hesitate to throw or attend a party. I tell you this merely to let you know that I have always been willing to do anything and was rarely sedentary for long. After I got married and sired, that’s right I said sired, a couple of offspring I didn’t get out as much as I used to but always assumed that it was a time thing. I always assumed that if given the chance I wouldn’t hesitate to paint the town red.
My wife and children have flown back east because her grandmother is not doing very well. This means that, despite the unfortunate circumstances, I have the house to myself for about two weeks when I will join my family back east. Now I would have thought that a man with my history being put into this situation of rare accountability to no one but himself there would be a certain level of debauchery happening. Now before you go ahead and make assumptions about my present lifestyle I should say that I am apparently not the same man I used to be. Since my family left four days ago I have been ‘out’ a grand total of 0 times. That’s right I haven’t even gone out to see a movie let alone get into any high-jinx. When I came to this realization, that I am much more domesticated or boring, than I used to be it caused a little rain cloud to follow me around for about seven minutes but then I snapped out of it and remembered what I have traded for. I traded my life of parties and the Grateful Dead, even though they still do make an appearance now and then in my house, for something much more. I have a family. I have someone in my wife who is not only always there with me, which is what I think we notice more often when we are frustrated, but there for me as well. I also have two boys, or ass-kickers in training as I like to think of them, who at the very least keep life interesting. I miss them.
