Is it Sunday already?

Sometimes I really hate Sunday evenings. They are worse than Mondays I think. However, I must complete my first full week of blogging. Today found us at a 4 year old birthday party and then oodles of fun at our own house hosting a sort of Wrestlemania party. We did not watch the event, but 2 of the 3 guests to our house had spouses/S.O.’s at the event here in Orlando. I know for sure we had more fun drinking some good wine, a few beers, grilling hot dogs and watching our kids all play together. We watched Big Brother, a little baseball, a little college basketball, and all of our sides hurt from laughing at our entertaining children. I wouldn’t want it any other way. My wife’s friends have become my friends and are like sisters to me. The kid in me wanted to go to Wrestlemania, but there will never be another event such as Hulk Hogan body-slamming Andre the Giant as I saw when I was 11 and into the whole wrestling TV drama.

What really sucks is tomorrow I have to go back to work. I like my job and enjoy what I have to do all day, but I much prefer playing with my girls all day. I am thankful I am able to support my wife and her stay at home lifestyle and business but sometimes I really wish the shoe was on the other foot.  I get stressed around them just as much as she does, but I want to have that stress every day. I know there isn’t much time before our girls don’t want to spend every minute with us any more in lieu of their friends. I never want to be as lame as I felt my parents were when I got to a certain age, but I know that will be more difficult than anything else we will tackle.

Before you think that party I mentioned earlier was had to do,  it was one of my oldest friends from my college hockey days daughter. Funny enough, we had all gone our separate ways after college and somehow came back together about 4 years ago at the ice hockey rink. While chatting it up before a game and talking about old times, we realized we all had pregnant wives at home. Each of us had our kids 3 months apart between each kid. Oddly enough, they were all girls. Since about the 4 month age of my daughter, the youngest in the group, we have roughly maintained a play group with all of them. Some of the pictures we have are priceless and if they remain friends through adolescence and adulthood, they will appreciate these pictures more than they could imagine. Seriously, how cool would it be if you had pictures of you with your closest friends from your first halloween through your entire life?

Ok, back to the grind…gots bills to pay.