Interesting colour choice

I have seared my eyes in the WC at the Eiffel Tower. I was partially blinded for a short time after going in. Somehow the camera flash has even dampened some of the redness. The floor, the walls, the urinals, everything. Really really red. You have no idea...

Inge's Cabin of Pleasure

Wow. Has it really been that long? The children have aged and I am still stay-at-home dad. It's great.

We are going to France for a family trip. Near the end we're taking a little detour into Switzerland. I was looking around for places to stay in the mountains and I came across this. It sounds lovely. No info available and in fact it doesn't even seem to be there now. It's like I got a private invite that only I get to see. Maybe I won't take the family.

Anxiety Eases (28-10-2013)

It IS good.

Last night I had that weird mix of impending doom and mild anxiety that comes when you realize that the weekend is over. Work starts Monday and who knows what that will bring? And then I remembered. Monday is just as good as Saturday or Sunday. Sure, we have a bit of a deadline as far as getting to school for the final bell,  but The Dunc gets up at the same time regardless of weekday or weekend, so what did it matter?

And then I poured another glass of wine to round out the evening.

Dealing With Guilt (23-10-2013)

It's Wednesday. The livin' is easy. A is still home. I haven't had to pack their snacks myself yet.

I feel this odd sense of guilt. Like I'm getting away with something I shouldn't. It's a bit like taking a sick day when there isn't really anything wrong with you. That kind of guilt. Maybe we don't all experience it. Could be my Catholic upbringing I guess.

Wondering Where The Lions Are (21-10-2013)

Sun's up, uh huh, looks OK.

The new job started today. D and I took the girls to school.  A is still home this week. I do not have the picture of her running to catch up to us with C's backpack and Z's swimming bag. Whatever. First day. 

After the drop D and I wandered by Cherry Bomb for a cortado and some contemplation. We came up blank. So we meandered home, hung about for a bit, sucked back a couple of nipples worth of milk and hit the sack.

The guys are still doing our siding and it was pretty loud. They were banging away on the outside wall of D's room. So I thought it would be a better nap for all involved if we both sacked out in the big bed together.

Tough morning.

Impending...I don't know what (20-10-2013)

Sunday night. Unlike every other Sunday night for the past 8 years, I'm not thinking about work tomorrow. Because there isn't any now. Traditional work I mean. I finished that up Friday. Tomorrow D and I take the girls to school and then...uhhh... well I guess maybe we'll swing by Cherry Bomb and consider our options.

Sweet Happiness

Continuing in the foodie vein, if you can't find happiness in a bowl of baked sweet potatoes, where the hell are you supposed to get it?And then I remembered reading this pancake blog where the guy made fabulous artsy pancakes for his kids. Some of it was pretty impressive, and it turns out the basic ones are within the realm of my own limited cookery skills. So here's some made up happiness that I do a variation on pretty much every weekend for C and Z.And while I am far from the bestest cook in the whole land, I make 'em from scratch now and I guarantee they don't taste like