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Sunday, 31 July 2016
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I'm just coming down from one of my children's 3rd birthday party. It's now 11.56 pm. All in all it has been a very successful day of being a father. I swam with the 3 year old, played quasi-father to my fiancee's best friends 4 year old. I spent time building legos and a Thomas the Train track which was overly complicated.
I then took the dog for a walk to pay our babysitter money owed then came back and not only did I watch an old 80s movie (Can't Buy Me Love) with my honey, I also stepped up my Dad game by helping cheer up my now 7 year old and get her back to sleep after a nightmare attack of being chased by ghosts.
"Goats?" I asked.
"No, ghoath," she replied with a small lisp as her two front teeth are now gone.
"Goats?" I repeated.
"Ghoath," she repeated again, not aware yet that I was teasing her.
"Ghost goats? Why are you afraid of ghost goats?"
By this time she had started to smile and after getting her a glass of water, a cold wet cloth for her head, removing the bobbing balloon that was scaring her from her room, closing the bathroom door so it wouldn't creak and leaving the light on a little bit, not to mention the good night kiss, I went back down to finish watching the movie with my wonderful soon-to-be wife who frequently comments on how wonderful a father I am and how much she loves me despite be being fired last Tuesday.
We finished the movie and went to bed where I waited until I thought she was asleep, petting an aging cat who I am totally ambivalent about but for some reason also wanted to get in on providing me some love by pushing her wet nose onto my chest. Once asleep, I snuck down here, perhaps to work on my writing.
EaFoM2 has been going slow but it's getting organized a bit better. I still have some holes to fill and I'm getting a bit too involved in the logistics of the society/world I am creating. However, I did do a rough chapter of someone glad to stop having to live a life he was hating. That was kind of fun. I like those short bits better but I realize I need to get through the main story.
And I'm procrastinating on that so I better at least attempt something.
Later, 12.07am
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