This was one of those weekends. Lots of time alone with the kid, with little help to be found. My wife actually got to go to SXSW, and she had the “thrill of her time.” She works hard, she deserves it. But knowing that is little consolation when the kid won’t put on her pajamas, or eat, or stop screaming. Like Tina Fey said in the movie Date Night, about the pain of getting the kids ready for bed: “All of a sudden, it’s a big surprise that we have to put pajamas on every night!” There will be a follow-up SXSW post, about all the fun my wife had and why it was worth it. This one, however, will be from my point of view. It’s the not-so-fun post.
What’s that siren I hear? Oh yeah, that’s the whambulance.
My wife’s friend, who works for a major tech company, came to town to get ready for the events she was working on at “South-By.” She had free time Friday, so my wife left work to go and join her for some SXSW hijinks. This left me alone with the kid for all of Friday, so it was another 12 hour day for me without a break. Now, I don’t really mind being left out of things. I might be a little jealous, but I’ll get over it. However, since my wife did a similar thing like this last year, sometimes it can make a guy feel a little like Cinderella—always doing chores and never getting to go to the ball. I was more upset because they stayed late to watch more bands on Friday, and thus got stuck in traffic trying to get out of downtown. Not knowing what was going on, I didn’t know if I should make dinner for the kid or not. I was trying to decide as it got later and later. Then I get a call, “I don’t know if you guys ate already or not, I assume you did because of the time.” Whoops, I guess I should have made dinner after all. My wife’s friend was going to stay over, so I had spent all day doing laundry and cleaning the house to to get ready for our guest. A little late night Rock Band karaoke kind of made up for it. Nevertheless, it was a long day indeed.
Then Saturday, they left in the afternoon for more shows and events. I stayed behind to hold down the fort. Being on kid duty, I had to do the whole nightly routine by myself. So a long day on Friday turned into a long weekend.
Well, it appears the whambulance has reached it’s destination. You may be thinking, “Hey, you’re forgetting, Cinderella did get to go to the ball in the end. She got some kick ass glass slippers and got the prince.” Well, I’m still waiting for my big moment. Although when it comes, I don’t really need a prince … but I could go for some glass slippers. I’ll sell ’em on EBAY!
Stay tuned for the dissenting opinion to this rant, and for the shenanigans that really went down at SXSW this year.