Sticking it to sick and tired...

This is what I came home to today. I was feeling pretty crumby until I saw the Zedder laying in wait for her Dad. That kinda thing'll perk you up a little. We hung out in the hammock and read books, then we played on the beach, and then got dinner ready and waited for Mom to come home.

After dinner we wandered over to the soccer fields so Zo could see the kids play. She was pretty excited about checking out all of the other kids running around and kicking balls all over the place. She mostly just stood there with her hands in her pockets checking out all the action.



She even chucked in her own two cents worth a few times...



By the time it was all said and done I hadn't laid down to take a rest, in fact, I only made myself more tired. I need to do a better job of relaxing when I get the chance, 'cause I burn myself out pretty frequently. It's so hard not to help out when you can, and to play and enjoy everyone every chance you get. I feel like such a wuss next to June. I don't know where she finds the juice to keep going and going. I know that my job can take a lot out of me but I'm tired of that excuse, even if it's accurate. Sometimes you just want to be a better guy than you probably are.

It's a lot easier to put Zo and all those ideas to bed at the end of the day when you've got this lake view to ease you into the evening. I probably should have went to bed the minute I home, but with all this waiting for you it's just not that easy.