We have a kinda sorta not-at-all-strictly-enforced No Electronics or Screen Time Before School Policy at our house. TBH, it’s much easier to lay down the law during the regular school year, but we try to stick to at least the spirit of the policy during summer school days.
This morning, the boy asked if he could play Roblox on his computer before summer school (a request he makes every morning before school), and I said no. Then he asked if he could watch TV, and I said OK, as long as he finished his breakfast, brushed his teeth, and was completely dressed and ready to go when his nanny arrived for summer school drop off.
The boy chose to watch the episode of Modern Family where Mitch and Cameron (finally) get married. Afterward, the boy asked me, “Dad, when are you and daddy gonna get married?” And I said, Do you think we should get married? And the boy said, “Yeah, it’s better if kids’ parents are married and stuff.” And I said, Probably one day, soon, I dunno, whenever.
And the boy said, “Dad, are you afraid of commitment or somethin’?” And I said, I don’t think being with daddy for nearly 20 years says I’m afraid of commitment, yo. And the boy said, “Yeah, but being together and being married are different.”
And I said, Yeah, I guess. And the boy said, “So when are you and daddy getting married?” And I said, First I need to figure out how I’m gonna clean our house before I can plan a wedding. And the boy said, “You can ask my nanny to help cuz she’s good with organizing and stuff.”

We have a kinda sorta not-at-all-strictly-enforced No Electronics or Screen Time Before School Policy at our house. TBH, it’s much easier to lay down the law during the regular school year, but we try to stick to at least the spirit of the policy during summer school days.

This morning, the boy asked if he could play Roblox on his computer before summer school (a request he makes every morning before school), and I said no. Then he asked if he could watch TV, and I said OK, as long as he finished his breakfast, brushed his teeth, and was completely dressed and ready to go when his nanny arrived for summer school drop off.

The boy chose to watch the episode of Modern Family where Mitch and Cameron (finally) get married. Afterward, the boy asked me, “Dad, when are you and daddy gonna get married?” And I said, Do you think we should get married? And the boy said, “Yeah, it’s better if kids’ parents are married and stuff.” And I said, Probably one day, soon, I dunno, whenever.

And the boy said, “Dad, are you afraid of commitment or somethin’?” And I said, I don’t think being with daddy for nearly 20 years says I’m afraid of commitment, yo. And the boy said, “Yeah, but being together and being married are different.”

And I said, Yeah, I guess. And the boy said, “So when are you and daddy getting married?” And I said, First I need to figure out how I’m gonna clean our house before I can plan a wedding. And the boy said, “You can ask my nanny to help cuz she’s good with organizing and stuff.”

I dunno, I guess there’s a shizzton of lightning and thunder outside, but strangely not much rain.

I dunno, I guess there’s a shizzton of lightning and thunder outside, but strangely not much rain.

It was, like, a bajillion degrees in the suburbs today, which means we’re in for some thunderstorms tonight. Before the lazy pups lost their hearing, they’d freak out whenever they heard thunder. Now they’re all, “Thunder? Whatevs.” (at The Busy-Lazy Shack)

It was, like, a bajillion degrees in the suburbs today, which means we’re in for some thunderstorms tonight. Before the lazy pups lost their hearing, they’d freak out whenever they heard thunder. Now they’re all, “Thunder? Whatevs.” (at The Busy-Lazy Shack)

For my entire childhood, I always dreaded Wednesdays cuz Wednesdays were piano lesson days. Did I ever tell you that I hated strongly disliked piano lessons? Like, I even tried to break my hands when I was a kid so that I wouldn’t have to take piano lessons anymore. Probably not the most thought-out plan I ever had.
Even years after I stopped taking piano lessons, I still dreaded Wednesdays. I guess most peeps lurve Wednesdays cuz it’s the middle of the week and stuff, and everything goes downhill from there, but Wednesdays will forever have the stink of piano lessons for me.
Before I had a kid, I promised that if I ever had a kid, I wouldn’t ever force my kid to take music lessons if he didn’t want to. Now that I have a kid, I force encourage him to take violin lessons. Every Wednesday. And every Sunday.
I like to tell myself that I’m giving my son a gift, and that gift is showing him that Wednesdays are a good day to take pics with his future kid wearing fake mustaches. Before music lessons.

For my entire childhood, I always dreaded Wednesdays cuz Wednesdays were piano lesson days. Did I ever tell you that I hated strongly disliked piano lessons? Like, I even tried to break my hands when I was a kid so that I wouldn’t have to take piano lessons anymore. Probably not the most thought-out plan I ever had.

Even years after I stopped taking piano lessons, I still dreaded Wednesdays. I guess most peeps lurve Wednesdays cuz it’s the middle of the week and stuff, and everything goes downhill from there, but Wednesdays will forever have the stink of piano lessons for me.

Before I had a kid, I promised that if I ever had a kid, I wouldn’t ever force my kid to take music lessons if he didn’t want to. Now that I have a kid, I force encourage him to take violin lessons. Every Wednesday. And every Sunday.

I like to tell myself that I’m giving my son a gift, and that gift is showing him that Wednesdays are a good day to take pics with his future kid wearing fake mustaches. Before music lessons.

It dawned on me the other day that during the seemingly endless wait to adopt Busy-Lazy kid No. 2, I’ve been kinda sorta doing the opposite of nesting, and instead I’ve been un-nesting. If you came to our house, like, right now, you’d notice piles and piles of shizz everywhere, partly cuz I’m a hoarder and stuff, but mostly cuz what’s so wrong with hoarding, yo?
Everywhere around me, I see parents-to-be doing things like preparing nurseries and buying adorbz clothes for their future babies, but since we’ve been burned a few times, I’m kinda sorta like whatevs about preparing our house for the arrival of a baby. True story.
Turns out the next coupla weeks and months are peak times for most common birthdays, so maybe we’ll get a baby soon? Who knows?
Meanwhile, I pulled out all of my ties on Monday cuz I was tryna help out my buddy who was going on a job interview, so I loaned him a tie. Fun fact: I used to wear a tie to werk and stuff, but now I don’t. I have accumulated approximately one bajillion ties. I should probably put my ties away until the next wedding and/or funeral and/or job interview that I go to.

It dawned on me the other day that during the seemingly endless wait to adopt Busy-Lazy kid No. 2, I’ve been kinda sorta doing the opposite of nesting, and instead I’ve been un-nesting. If you came to our house, like, right now, you’d notice piles and piles of shizz everywhere, partly cuz I’m a hoarder and stuff, but mostly cuz what’s so wrong with hoarding, yo?

Everywhere around me, I see parents-to-be doing things like preparing nurseries and buying adorbz clothes for their future babies, but since we’ve been burned a few times, I’m kinda sorta like whatevs about preparing our house for the arrival of a baby. True story.

Turns out the next coupla weeks and months are peak times for most common birthdays, so maybe we’ll get a baby soon? Who knows?

Meanwhile, I pulled out all of my ties on Monday cuz I was tryna help out my buddy who was going on a job interview, so I loaned him a tie. Fun fact: I used to wear a tie to werk and stuff, but now I don’t. I have accumulated approximately one bajillion ties. I should probably put my ties away until the next wedding and/or funeral and/or job interview that I go to.