Juste Un Autre Jour

So yesterday was the 4th of July, and we had big plans. We were going to take Izzie to a fireworks show. Lynnell really didn't want to. She had some massive anxiety over the whole thing. She didn't want to freak Izzie out. I can't blame her. Turns out Izzie didn't really want to go anyways. She was fussing like crazy. I think it was just gas. Once I finally got her close to sleep, our retarded neighbors (the ones that live behind us) started shooting mortars over the top of my house. Izzie let us know that she didn't like it. It was more than frustrating, but I didn't dare go over there because I didn't need to go to jail for sending someone to the hospital on a gurney. Needless to say, we didn't have the greatest fourth, but I wouldn't have traded it for time away from my girl.

Next topic: I'm sick of questions. I think it's great that I have so many people in my life that care enough about me to ask questions and just generally care about me. Thank you everyone (it meas a lot to me). But (and it's a small but) at the same time, I get so sick of answering the same questions.

I was thinking about it today, and I don't think the actual problem is people asking the question; it's me taking the time to be a nice guy and giving an equally caring answer (something that conveys a "thanks for caring" vibe). There are three questions I get asked: 1) How's the baby? 2) How's Lynnell? 3) Are you getting sleep? The answers are always the same, and sometimes I have to give the answers to four different people 10 minutes apart. By the third person, I just want to shoot myself. I don't have the patience for giving the same answer over and over, but I do my best not to be a jerk. I can definitely tell that the first answer is drastically longer than the answer the fourth person gets. (so if you want to ask me a question, be the first not the last or you might hate me for a few days...I'm sorry ahead of time.)

I was thinking about it today, I should just print out some 3"x5" note cards with general Q&A topics. Then when I get a question, I can just hand them a card. HA! How impersonal. That would definitely make me a jerk. Or I could call a general assembly every morning and do a quick briefing to answer questions (think presidential press meeting). Rediculous. I think of the stupidest crap. Does anyone else do this?

Maybe part of my frustration lies in this blog. I sent it to people to give them some insight into my life and just to share my experiences with people. I realize that people don't always have time to read my blog, but when you ask me a question about something that I have answered/addressed in my blog, I always have to fight the urge to say "GO READ THE BLOG...I SENT YOU THE LINK." So, maybe I've caused my own frustration. I spend time typing things and then have to verbalize the answers to people too. It definitely tests my ability to love people. Ironically someone is going to have questions about this post. If you are that person, bring it on. I'll have an answer. Maybe just post it in the comments section so that I don't have the opportunity to choke you for deliberately testing my patience.

I can't post without putting a picture of Izzie in, so here's one of us playing before she went to bed the other night. She kept trying to look up to see what was on her head. First she would move her head up and keep her eyes fairly straight. Then she was just moving her eyes like she was sneaking up on it. It was the cutest thing. I sure do love her.