With Madison at home because of sickness, I didn’t even bother with the charade of paper work. I turned my attention instead to cleaning our computer room/library/my second closet. Of all the logistics that we’d likely encounter upon the arrival of our still as yet hypothetical second child, what the hell we’re going to do with all of the stuff in the computer room (which I would assume becomes Phil, Jr.’s). Anyway, I had Pandora rolling while I attempted to rid my life of some dead weight. There was one gem today:
Sadly, this is the best version of the song I could find not bound by Vevo.
*I set Madison up with Froot Loops (she’s going to develop an immunity to them soon) and juice before heading into the computer room. I don’t mind cleaning, provided that no one or no dog bothers me while I am doing it. My mind wanders too easily without help. External distractions are death on my personal projects. Luckily, since a sick Madison is a shell of the meddlesome clown she usually is, she was content to watch her TV shows and gobble up her toucan-approved cereal. I am writing this entry now because I have time. I have a date with fourteen term papers later tonight, so there that goes. On the bright side, I have received an email informing me that Lost Season 6 and Chuck Klosterman’s The Visible Man have shipped and I will received them on or about the 22nd of this month. Good news.
Aside: The washing machine just beeped to let me know that my load is completed. I am willfully ignoring it. There is a 68% chance that this choice will lead to me forgetting the laundry is in there which will then result in having to wash it again because I let it sit there overnight. These are risks I am willing to take in the pursuit of this blog.
Madison’s inactivity didn’t last for long. While I was in the middle of deciding how to rearrange the closet, she popped her head in and asked if she could help. “Sure,” I said. “You wanna pass me that bag over there?” She turned and eyed the bag. “I think I have to rest because I’m sick,” she countered. I should have snapped at her. Like I wrote on Facebook this morning, I should have been a raving lunatic to her all day so that the last thing she ever wants to do is stay home from school. The pandora’s box of procrastinating, cheating on your significant other, and skipping school opens when you is do it and find out that lightning doesn’t fall from the sky and strike you down. She’s gotta learn that school is always a better alternative than staying home.
In the midst of my cleaning, she and I tore open an Optimus Prime toy that I had received for Christmas. She was solely interested in Prime’s weapon which she saw as a key. Madison then spouted the kind of goat logic Lynnette has made famous as an argument suggesting that she should be given possession of the “key.” Abby will chew this toy down into bits of plastic by the end of the week. I will then have the honor – nay, the privilege – of vacuuming it up.
*I took a break from cleaning to whip us up some lunch. And by “whip up” I mean “microwave.” Madison had some ravioli and I had myself a couple of Hot Pockets. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think either of us really enjoyed our meals. But we ate all of it anyway. Team Higa.
After we ate, I tried to put Mad down for a nap. I asked if she wanted to nap in her room or our room, and she said her own. She got into the bed without incident and I laid out a comforter next to it so I could lie next to her. We were in there for 15 minutes. I hit that middle-sleep place where you go from being alert and actively thinking of something to losing consciousness and whatever you were thinking of kind of melts into a haze of nonsense as a result. I popped up to see if Madison was sleeping. She wasn’t. My back hurt so I asked if she wanted to try to nap in the usual spot. She agreed. She finally fell asleep – for twenty minutes. I was already in the computer room trying to finish up when I heard her yell something. She was upset because she woke up alone. Author’s Note: If you replace the pronoun “she” in the previous statement with the pronoun “I,” you’d have a pretty good idea of what my 4 years of college were like.
She scolded me for leaving her alone, then told me she “wasn’t a little tired.” Played back through the Madison Subtlety-O-Meter, that statement means:
Father, you tricked me into taking a nap by falling asleep next to me. I was only able to nap because your obstreperous snoring is comforting to me in its familiarity. How dare you leave me to nap alone. I no longer wish to nap, and any attempt on your part to hoodwink me into sleep again will be met with the kind of resistance that will be so miserable, it is highly likely to ruin your day. You are, of course, my father, and will do as you see fit.
We exited the bedroom and I may or may not have turned on the TV for her.
*So the first mission of the day is accomplished. The computer room is clean and organized. There are two trash bins near my home. One of them has 7 bags or boxes of trash in them. They’re all mine. Believe it or not, cleaning the room is the easier of the two tasks I must complete today. When I am cleaning, I get to do menial tasks like strip boxes down with a box cutter. I don’t know why, but that has always been enjoyable to me. Maybe it’s to compensate for the fact that I have zero interest in March Madness. Who’s to say?
Anyway, I have to get dinner started. I think we’re going to go with baked salmon with mayo/bacon/mushrooms/onions. I wanted pasta something, but Lynnette had that for lunch today.
I’ll update you on dinner and the term papers tomorrow.