The guy's input... for what it's worth.

Here I sit on a Friday afternoon, the sun is bright and it's warm enough to be outside doing anything. Like most suckers I'm stuck at my desk with a classroom full of kids who seriously want this year to be over with. I don't blame them.

Then my mind wanders to September when the little one will be here. I keep thinking about the bathrooms I need to complete, the fence I need to finish painting, the backyard that needs some serious TLC, the baby's closet that needs some work, or the carpet that desperately needs to be torn out. I sit here and think of those things and wander how much longer I can put them off before Steph starts to really get frustrated.

Then I remember that she's preggers and frustration is for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That ship has sailed and Pirate Steph is at the helm. Alas, I must procrastinate and tarry no more.

My shopping and to-do list have reached a critical state. There's simply no room to add anything else. And then I remember I'm supposed to be getting in shape for this firefighter physical test in a few weeks. When do I have time to do that!

The life of a soon-to-be father is fraught with confusion and time constraints that would make Jack Bower shudder with fear.

So what will I do tonight... probably play some playstation, read, or watch a movie. All that other junk can wait.