On Saturday, the L&T flies to Ethiopia for eight days to pick up our not-quite two year-old daughter (M2), and despite my *love* of international air travel, I’m staying home.
I’ll be playing single parent all next week; practicing my patience and reading helpful articles about the cost of raising a child (the answer is an unhelpful $235K to the age of 18).
When I was born, gasoline was .31 cents a gallon, a box of Cheerios was a quarter, mankind had yet to make it into space and Gilligan was still three years away from his shipwreck.
Things have changed a little since then. And they’re about to change a little more.
If I learned anything from Little M’s adoption it’s that I had no idea what was coming. I was clueless.
This time I’ve decided to embrace “clueless” (some say it’s my natural state).
The L&T and I have worked our butts off the last couple years, and now we’re going to take a couple months to focus on the new kid (and the current one).
I’ve cut all but a couple clients loose. And while I may squeeze in another hourlong fishing trip during the week, I wouldn’t expect a waterfall of posts here.
But more to come on all this. Maybe a couple proud parent photos.
See you wondering what’s hurtling towards me, Tom Chandler.