The Exculpatory Journal

My wife, bless her heart, grew tired of Sean’s and my shenanigans, and ventured off to bed hours early this evening. Sean and I made the most of it. He watched me finish cooking the dinner I started for Claire and I and then he kept me company at the table as I ate. I introduced Sean to the fork and fed him a bit of my supper. We ate mashed potatoes, yams, and frozen vegetables. He made such a face. He told me in a way words never could that I made the worst dinner imaginable. And I can’t say that I disagree.

When I started getting the dishes ready for the dishwasher, I got a flashback to my bachelor days. I spent many nights cleaning up failed meals and this recent reminder left me feeling nostalgic. I got resurgence of the feelings of young independence and of unexplored freedom.

Sean got a big whiff of The Sandman’s sand soon after his mother. I put him to bed over two hours ago and since then, I’ve had the first story of the house to myself. Spending a quiet evening typing in front of a glowing box in what would otherwise be a dark room also brought back memories.

It is nice to remember back to my early adulthood. It is even nicer to realize that with in spite of emergency rooms, weekly hospital visits, a 92dB infant, lots of poopie, and lots more profanity, I wouldn’t go back. I love my wife and I love my son.