A Work In Progress...

October 27th, Tuesday

After a long day my dad liked to listen to music and drink jack and sprite. Tom Waits was one of his favorites after a particularly hard week. When he thought we were doing something else he would hold his glass and sing along quietly. I remember after every sip his lower lip would suck the whiskey that his mustache held on to. He would lift his glass with one hand and act like he was directing the band with the other. Whenever I could I would watch him and wonder. My dad would never let me see him like this and my Mom would call me back to the other room if she ever caught me watching. My parents were good people; my Dad was my hero growing up. I would always tell people this because even as a kid I sought people’s approval and that always impressed people. I knew that was a good answer when people asked me by their response. Ever since I was little I have been pretty good at reading people and having a good idea at what they want to hear. Call it a gift if you want.

I like to drink whiskey; I am pretty sure that I am not an alcoholic but I do like to drink alone. I have never gotten drunk and I think to be an alcoholic you would have to have been drunk at least onece; but I lie about how much and when I drink.

“Everything is going to change when you have a baby. Your life will never be the same. You have no idea how hard it will be. Get ready to not sleep. Your life will be pretty crazy for now on, that is just part of being a parent. I am so excited for you.” All of these have been said to me in the last few months from people with big smiles on their faces. People have a funny way of expressing their joy about us having a baby. When I hear people say this sort of thing, I tend to smile and nod/laugh while inside I am thinking, “What are you trying to tell me?”