*on my knees
I’m really, really, really sorry for not sticking to some kind of routine when it comes to my posts on this blog but it’s not because I don’t want to, it’s just, well, you know, life. It happens. Like shit.
There are so many things that happened in the last few months of my life that it’s becoming rather difficult to keep track. I opted out of the rat race, sat down and took a breather (and two glasses of wine because some things never change).
So this is me, taking a breath.
I changed jobs. Yes, I did. It’s my third week in my new office. I switch from a job where I hopped around the globe to one that has basically no travelling. And I love it. I love being home. I love seeing every game my kids play. I love not having to plan my life around a business trip and an important event involving my family and friends. I love not missing anything anymore. I love the different environment. I love the challenge. I love meeting new people. I love the change. What I don’t love is the fact that I might never see New York again. But I’ll survive. *cue music
I’ve entered the final year of my MBA. Yes, I did. Can you believe it? A journey that started two years ago has reached the final stretch, albeit the toughest part of the race. I have to complete a thesis. And thesis stands for the-headache-ends-shen-I–submit. (”When” didn’t work in the context of the acronym.) I’m ready to do this thing, head down, pushing forward but before I continue, let’s me just use this opportunity to clarify an issue: The reason for my absence from this, or any other blog for that matter, is because of those three damn letters. Even the wife has mentioned how she misses me sometimes…
Dude is a Senior now. Yes, he is. “This is mind blowing”, he says, as he slowly shakes his head, taking in the picture in front of him, grey matter splattered across crisp white floor tiles and a fluorescent ceiling. Yesterday Dude was still running around in nappies and now he is running around in his final year of high school! And he is turning out to be an amazing and mature young man, despite the example he got from his Dad. We had to apply for a university and low and behold he got accepted, at least provisionally, depending on his final marks. He plans to study commerce. Or accounting. Or law. Or not. What person truly knows what they want to do with the rest of their lives when they’re 17? I mean I don’t even know what I want for breakfast tomorrow and I’m supposed to be a Dad with all the answers. (Please don’t let the cat out of the bag, it took me three hours to stuff it back in.)
Princess is stunning. Yes, she is. I don’t understand how one person could become prettier by the day but yet, there she is. Living proof that beauty is in the eyes of the father. And not only is she gorgeous, she’s intelligent, independent, organised, responsible and she doesn’t take any crap from guys. She calls them out on their shit, without any hesitation. And this is probably her most endearing quality, in my humble opinion.
Wife is still amazing, running the household, keeping everything together, taking charge of her two kids and her wonderful man-child. She does get a little less enthusiastic about the idea of Dude leaving the house at the end of the year, but like any responsible and loving parent, we simply avoid discussing the issue. Kids don’t like it when both parents are bawling their eyes out in a restaurant or mall or church service or rugby game. We know this now.
So if you were worried, don’t. Everything is fine with me and everyone I love. I promise to try and find the time to write more.