There's something about a day off. I've been wondering what it is in my personality that loathes down time. I'm not a fan at all. Let's look at today, for example. Here's how it goes...

6:30 am- Wake up. Spend time on the computer. Wait for the kid to wake up.
7:15 am- Spend a good 15 minutes trying to get the wife out of bed. This happens everyday, not just on my days off.
8:00 am- Drop kid at school. Drive around listening to music. Usually in the country.
8:30am- Possibly hit WALMART, do some shopping.
9:00am- Get wife McDonalds breakfast, take it to her.
9:30am Clean for the next three hours.
12:30pm - Find something for the wife and I for lunch.
2:00 pm- Wife is back to work, I am killing one more hour. Literally. Why start something you know you can't finish in an hour? What the hell can you do in an hour?
3:00 pm- Pick kid up from school. Alone time officially over.

With all due respect to the family, holy shit is that boring.

Not that everyday should be filled with roadtrips and sight seeing. (I wish) But man, work your ass off so you can spend 6 hours running around doing NOTHING of substance. I'm complaining of course. I don't know.

What else is there? If McDonald's breakfasts and cleaning litterboxes is the sum of what we are...

You see where I'm going with this. No need to beat you over the head with it. Hopefully, the afterlife will be filled with roadtrips and sight seeing. Here's hoping.