This morning I woke up and had an overall refreshed sense of being. The typical 5 hrs a night must have sufficed for the body. I was thinking about this week’s to-dos. Write about Greybriar House, pay my mortgage, book Jake Trotter for Al, Check on Student aid from Kiowa Tribe, and that’s not it. But it already seems overwhelming. Unlike the ordinary college student, my day begins with the awakening of an almost two-year-old little boy named Wyatt. He wakes us both up with screams and the occasional cry. I usually get a drink ready before entering his darkened cave. It’s easy appeasement with a 4-ounce nutritional drink, a favorite.
We change his diaper, and then it’s off to the living room to pop on the Halloween version of Hey Bear Sensory.
Mondays are crazy busy as I also have a nine-year-old who is getting ready for school. Thank goodness my wife can take her because I am usually on my way to Norman from eight-thirty to nine-fifteen for class at nine-thirty. I said this wasn’t going to be, dear diary, but this is what I felt this early. Look, it’s a milestone for me this morning. I spend most of my day on campus with Media discussion and Kiowa later in the day. It’s almost time to fix Cream of Wheat for these children. Until next time, cheers, and have a good day.
