100 Push Ups!

Today, I took the initial test for the 100 push up challenge! I did 20 of the “good” kind and I honestly feel a little drained. It’s definitely been awhile.

Thunderstorms and kids

Last night, the thunder storm outside woke up my daughter. My wife and I got her and let her sleep in our bed for a while. It was nice for a while… hearing her breath and being able to comfort her…

Well, until she kicked me off of the bed…

What the!?

Yesterday morning, I took my oldest daughter to the park. It was great for both of us; we had the whole place to ourselves. She got my undivided attention and I got a moment to forget about the rest of the world and focus online on spending time with her.

As we were playing, a homeless man came by… Well, I assumed he was homeless. Like most Americans, I think that if you walk around with a shopping cart filled with bottles and cans and look like you haven’t washed in days –if not weeks- than you could very well be homeless.  He started talking to us but I couldn’t understand him very well. The whole time, I’m being polite but I’m not very open to having a deep conversation with him. I just want to spend time with my daughter…

So, he walks away and I continue to play with my child…

Then I look around and catch him spitting on one of her toys!

WHAT THE HELL!

But, I keep my cool… Why get mad? This guy has issues already. From the look of it, he’s either hit bottom or somewhere very close, like 1/X for very, very large values of X. Trust me, part of me wants to knock out what little sense he has…

But that won’t help anyone, my daughter didn’t see it. What would she do if she saw her father attack someone for no reason? Or worse, getting beat up by someone (which is probably the real outcome). A day from now, do you think anyone would care?

Well, homeless guy, I hope this has made you feel better about yourself.