Been a while

Amy got the flu last week, which left me in charge of...a lot more than usual.  We are truly partners, in that we both have different tasks that we handle, try to stay out of each other's way while handling them, and generally try not to step on each other's toes. 

Being daddy full time and trying to keep children away from mommy got to be a little much.  I confess that my patience level is diminishing right now, as winter closes in and work gets CRAZY, but I was just not prepared emotionally to deal with a tough weekend.  Got through it, and Amy got better pretty quickly, so no one should require therapy.  Maybe.  Maybe I do. 

In other news, Barrett starts his first acting class on Sunday.  He's taking lessons at the Noble Fool Theatre in St. Charles.  I'm really excited about it, because he seems really excited about it.  From the time he's been 2, we've tried to engage him in all sorts of activities, be it tap class, or gymnastics, or dance class, or T Ball.  T Ball went pretty well, and he seemed to enjoy gymnastics, but he seems genuinely excited about his acting class. 

The kid is already a better actor than I could ever hope to be, or hope to have been, and I thought I could hold my own with just about anyone. 

I'm rambling. 

Got to get back in the swing of posting here. 

In the meantime, I heard something last week that made the opening sequence in Jaws somehow more terrifying.  I must confess, I haven't checked on the veracity of this, (and I will) but apparently right before Chrissie Watkins is dragged under the last time, she starts muttering The Lord's Prayer.  Yeah.  I got the chills typing it.  I've never heard that before, and the scene is so screamy that I've never thought "Hey, listen to what she's saying." 


Yeah, like this shit needed to get scarier.  Or more human. 

 You can bet the next time, I will. 

Good to be back here.