We’re down to less than two weeks till we leave for Disney World. We’re all very excited. I think Cowgrit is the most excited, followed by me. Both boys are anxious, but they don’t yet understand just how fantastic Disney World is, so they don’t really appreciate how exciting it will be.

For the past couple of days, and for the next few days, Cowgrit and I are planning the specifics of how we’re going to go through the various parks. We’ve got lunch reservations at some of the best restaurants (with some of the characters), so we have to plan around that. We know some of the attractions we want to see/ride are very popular, so we have to plan to get to them early or at slower times of the day, And we need to have rest and nap times for Calfgrit7 and Calfgrit3, so we have to schedule that in.

The funny thing I know is that no matter how much effort we put into this planning of it all, I’m sure the schedule is going to be blown to the wind within an hour of entering any park. If we actually make all five reservations on time, I’ll be surprised. But, planning, for Cowgrit, is half the fun of this whole escapade.

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Getting the boys all rounded up in the evening, getting them to clean up their room and the den — their toys seem to just explode to fill all available space in those two rooms.

Then getting them into the bath, washed, and then out of the bath.

Then reading books.

Then herding them to bed. Then getting them quiet. Then getting them still. Then getting them quiet again. Then getting them still again.

. . . five minutes . . .

Then getting them quiet and still again.

. . . ten minutes . . .

Then getting them quiet and still again.

Then cleaning up the house.

Even co-working with Cowgrit, this whole thing sometimes is just so exhausting. I think it was especially bad last night because I haven’t gotten any good exercise in three or four days. I just felt blah. I just wanted to lie down and go to sleep.

But going to bed so early means I miss the only couple or so hours in the day where I could do stuff I need and want to do, like write or play a computer game. If I go to bed and go to sleep, when I wake up in the morning I realize I’m just starting the whole thing over again from zero — I haven’t advanced.

I really need to get some exercise. I really have to get up out of this blah. I went to bed early last night, but today, I’m going to get exercise some how some way.

Bullgrit
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Last night I watched This is Spinal Tap on VH1, Last Stand of the 300 on History Channel, Ron White on Comedy Central, and Destroyed in Seconds on Discovery all at the same time. Then I watched the Roast of Bob Saget on Comedy Central, Deal or No Deal on whatever channel is one above Comedy Central (I was curious, I’d never seen it before), and Family Guy on some channel I don’t remember, again, all at the same time.

Cowgrit wanted me to come to bed and talk.

“But, but, I’m watchin’ . . . stuff,” I retorted.

She was not impressed with my multitasking. If I was just watching one show, I could have broken free. I could have turned off the TV and gone to bed. But I was watching four shows! You can’t ask a man to give up on four shows. I was seeing more TV in one night than I had seen in all the previous month.

I was in the TV-watching zone. I had the pattern of switching through the channels down perfect — I was following four different stories without missing one scene in any of them. It’s easy for a man to keep up with two TV shows at one time by switching back and forth with the remote. Following three shows is a challenge, but following four shows is a downright god-like feat.

I was on a whole new level. You can’t just break that off to talk. I mean, heck, we talk every day. We’ll talk again tomorrow. I won’t get to see this much TV again for months. But then, when I did turn off the TV and go to the bedroom, I found she had closed the door. She never closes the door on me, unless she’s pissed.

“Uh oh,” I thought, “maybe we won’t be talking tomorrow.”

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