Part II: A Bit Later...

Bounce.

I'm back.

Told ya I would, didn't I?

Today was much better in a lot of ways: The Boy was in a much better mood, which despite all assertions to the contrary -using evidence such as who pays the bills, whose name is on the mortgage etc. - demonstrates that in his own babbling, selectively-dependent way The Boy is Definitely In Charge.

But that is good. That means he ate his breakfast, laughed at the TV, played building blocks with me, and was pretty much more like his (1 year 2 1/2 month) old self.
While he was being naughty (and doing something he couldn't do last week) -reaching over the fence in front of the TV he managed to grab several DVDs and place them on the floor before I noticed.
I responded with the word I desperately want him to understand, but even more desperately don't want him to start copying:
No.

He surprised me in the most pleasant way: He 'stood down' - he was standing on a toy to be able to reach - looked at me, shook his head as I repeated "No" and he picked up The Director's Cut of Pulp Fiction and attempted to replace it in the DVD rack, which, without the aid of the toy-cum-stepping stone was a tad out of reach! We compromised, and The Boy passed them to me while I replaced the films in their previous out-of-reach storage slots.
He ate a lot more today, and settled nicely in bed this evening, so fingers crossed for tonight, but all's well again I think.

And with The Boy's mood settling I feel my balance shifting closer to where it should be and I am finding that my motivation is returning, slowly, but definitely returning. I need to relinquish a little of my cynicism and trust that Things will start to return to normal, or some semblance of such. (not really talking about The Boy's teeth now, keep up).

The Monster I spoke of in an earlier post has been reduced to several equally important, but proportionately manageable tasks that even I should be able to manage in a sensible and thought out bid to improve myself and mine and my family's financial standing. One step at a time

Go-To-Work Mum has an important presentation 1st thing in the morning and is busy getting all her materials together and organised, and I feel its a little contagious, or maybe its just the same as The Boy's mood and there's a general 'lift ' within the air but I'm feeling more confident and able to get through the things I need to, face the demons that I've been putting off, and make it better.

This maaybe a bit of a random post, but I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that some of these blogs may just turn out to be a written manifestation of a snapshot of my current train of thought, and as such is obviously subject to change at any tiime without warning, and may not be entirely accurate in the first place. Either way I take no responsibility for what you feel - I don't intend to offend - sometimes that is just a fortunate by-product of my humour exercised on small minds.

I feel I have somewhat strayed from my original point, which was, oh, . To be honest I don't know if I had a point. But at least I had a platform to explain that from. If you stayed this long, thanks.

Thank you.

The Stay-At-Home Dad.

(normal service may resume tomorrow).

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