My wife wanted to take the kids and go visit her brother and his family during the school holidays. I said the budget couldn’t afford to pay for the gas.
Then she scored a free ride for her and our girls with her parents, who happened to be going that way. And then I was left alone in this big house for two nights.

I didn’t like that idea. I can’t remember the last time I was alone.

But then I remembered that I couldn’t remember the last time that I was alone and wised up and took a sick day off from work. Fucking brilliant.

Besides, I’m so over this working thing anyway.

I spent Thursday sleeping-in, then planning which lie I was going to use on my boss, then pigging out, watching cartoons and writing a song for my daughters and then watching cartoons and pigging out and putting down some tracks for the song for my daughters, and then going to bed late.

Then I decided to take today off as well, because, well, I needed to clean up the house from the mess I made during just one day of bachelorhood.

The first night, I slept with my sword, because things were going bump in the night.
The second night, I slept with my guitar, because if I couldn't have sex or drugs, then at least I had rock 'n' roll.

In addition to cleaning the house today, I also finished a worktape of the song.
Doing that was harder work than cleaning house, but waaay more rewarding.

(Especially seeing as the house was messy again within five minutes of the kids returning home.)

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