sometimes i don't post to my blog for a day because i am feeling uninspired. sometimes it is because i am way too busy to give much thought to it. sometimes it is because i have an idea but don't have adequate time to present it properly. sometimes its because i choose to re-watch my tape of the steelers beating the ravens in the afc championship game. sometimes i just need a day or two off. but i don't think i've ever not posted because i was tired.
until yesterday.
i didn't blog yesterday. because i was way too exhausted. you see, i went camping thursday night. well, sort of. we're going camping as a family next week, so i thought i'd bust out the tent and air it out, and then once it was up, the boys and i decided we'd do a "boys' night out" of camping in the front yard. we had a campfire and cooked hot dogs over it, and then toasted marshmallows. we caught lightning bugs and and just enjoyed the summer evening. then we crawled into the tent, and onto the air mattress. both mini-milinovich's wanted to sleep next to daddy, so i slept in the middle. that was my major mistake: you never ever put the fat guy in the middle of the air mattress. it wasn't long before i was lying in a valley, covered in two hot, sweaty children. in case you're not getting the picture, this was not comfortable. or cozy. or even cute. it was cute for awhile, but then cute wore off about the time i took a sharp bony knee to the groin. while my 2-yr old just laid there - for hours - unmoving and statuesque, with eyes open, my 4-yr old slept like a mexican jumping bean. limbs everywhere. rolling like a tumbleweed of bones. sometime around 11:30 my phone buzzed with a weather alert: storms coming in the morning. awesome. i'm lying in a faultline in a steambath of a tent with the tazmanian devil of sleeping and a freakishly-rigid, open-eyed child from a horror movie, and to top it off, we're about to get dumped on with buckets of rain. doesn't get much better than that.
still, i soldiered on. something in me was determined to make it work- some father/son bonding thing. but when i still wasn't sleeping around 2:30, and when my wide-eyed child starting moaning like a ghost which began waking my tumbleweed child, sending him into even more furious twisting and turning and poking, i decided that the time had come for a sleep transplant. i carried them into their beds, fell into my bed, and by 3:00 AM i was finally sleeping. i can't tell you the last time i was still up at 3AM. its been a long time. and my body was reminding me of that with each aching step, each burning blink on friday.
so that explains why i didn't post. and why i'll never sleep in the middle of the air mattress again. hope you have a great weekend.
greg.
ps. look for a steelers training camp post coming soon! i've got the black and gold fever!
until yesterday.
i didn't blog yesterday. because i was way too exhausted. you see, i went camping thursday night. well, sort of. we're going camping as a family next week, so i thought i'd bust out the tent and air it out, and then once it was up, the boys and i decided we'd do a "boys' night out" of camping in the front yard. we had a campfire and cooked hot dogs over it, and then toasted marshmallows. we caught lightning bugs and and just enjoyed the summer evening. then we crawled into the tent, and onto the air mattress. both mini-milinovich's wanted to sleep next to daddy, so i slept in the middle. that was my major mistake: you never ever put the fat guy in the middle of the air mattress. it wasn't long before i was lying in a valley, covered in two hot, sweaty children. in case you're not getting the picture, this was not comfortable. or cozy. or even cute. it was cute for awhile, but then cute wore off about the time i took a sharp bony knee to the groin. while my 2-yr old just laid there - for hours - unmoving and statuesque, with eyes open, my 4-yr old slept like a mexican jumping bean. limbs everywhere. rolling like a tumbleweed of bones. sometime around 11:30 my phone buzzed with a weather alert: storms coming in the morning. awesome. i'm lying in a faultline in a steambath of a tent with the tazmanian devil of sleeping and a freakishly-rigid, open-eyed child from a horror movie, and to top it off, we're about to get dumped on with buckets of rain. doesn't get much better than that.
still, i soldiered on. something in me was determined to make it work- some father/son bonding thing. but when i still wasn't sleeping around 2:30, and when my wide-eyed child starting moaning like a ghost which began waking my tumbleweed child, sending him into even more furious twisting and turning and poking, i decided that the time had come for a sleep transplant. i carried them into their beds, fell into my bed, and by 3:00 AM i was finally sleeping. i can't tell you the last time i was still up at 3AM. its been a long time. and my body was reminding me of that with each aching step, each burning blink on friday.
so that explains why i didn't post. and why i'll never sleep in the middle of the air mattress again. hope you have a great weekend.
greg.
ps. look for a steelers training camp post coming soon! i've got the black and gold fever!
Comments
she was smart, that's for sure...
julie - shannon was sawing logs in our comfy bed in the air-conditioned house.
megan - i look forward to swapping stories with matt.
billy - i have no idea what you are talking about. ;)