So there were no inept burglars to provide entertainment for Hayes or me. And no building of Rube Goldbergian traps so we could net Joe Pesci (whatever happened to him?). But there was a night of thunder crashing and lightening flashing to keep at least one of us from sleeping well. That one being… uhmmm…. me. That’s how our first night without Jen went.

Yes, Jen is off in New York City doing that highfalutin city-folk thing and meeting with clients, hobnobbing with bigwigs and whatnot. As a results, as Hayes (hopefully) cries himself into nappy land in the background, I find myself not only a at-home-dad, but an only parent. If at least for 36 hours or so.

I’ve decided to take today off from work in the hopes that it will make my job as a stay-at-home-only-parent easier. Of course this gives me some time to blog… and watch some tv. So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice. I just wish today wasn’t going to be so freakin’ hot and humid so that we could enjoy some walks. But, as Clark Grizwold once said,

I’m gonna have fun and you’re gonna have fun. We’re all gonna have so much fucking fun we’ll need plastic surgeory to remove our godamn smiles. You’ll be whistling ‘Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah’ out of you’re assholes! I gotta be crazy! I’m on a pilgrimage to see a moose. Praise Marty Moose! Holy Shit!

Except without the moose part. And the swearing… I mean come on, there are kids around! Yup, that’s exactly how I feel…