Well, I’m home alone with an 8 week old Kingston this week. Mom returns to work.
I’m not going to say this doesn’t fill me with a little bit of fear & trepidation. I mean, as good as the little guy is…he’s still a little toddler with a one-sound vocabulary of “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Interpretting what that sound is for is the big puzzle… a bit like trying to disarm a bomb but none of the wires are color coded so it’s a wild guess trying to pull each one until it shuts off.
Sometimes I just can’t figure it out…and after a good bit of “male-bonding” as my wife puts it, she’ll take the little guy away and does her mom-thing until the little guy shuts up.
But this week? Errp. None of that…I’m all alone.
SO. If you try reaching me this week, I’m not necessarily on vacation, I’m still here and trying to work. But I’m not altogether as available as I’d like to be. Just leave a message for me and you’ll hear from me towards the end of the day or sometime whenever I can get the chance to return your call. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Shit happens. Literally, in my case.