Exploring the Existential Mythopoetics of Wilfred, Netflix, and Doing Nothing

First time I have actually been able to sit down to write much of anything not work related all week. I have been able to keep up with my daily blogposts, but they have been short. Three have been from my cell while lying in bed about to fall asleep. But I did them.

Today was a fabulous day of rest. Netflix is my new god. Watched almost the whole second season of the Wilfred. It really is awesome show, though I don't hear others really talk about it. Whatever...it's fucking brilliant.

I did also mange to get some things done today. Laundry (post-crazy, middle-of-the-night-projectile-toddler-vomit-episode), re-arranged my bed, and put together the boys bed (finally)...among other things. So not a total waste. But leisurely. I really did need the break.

The wife left early in the morning, and I made breakfast for the boys...and got them dressed and did just about everything else involved in caring for and tending to their needs....middle of the night vomit episode included. So, yeah, in case you didn't read yesterday's post, my wife (separated and soon to be ex-wife) slept at my place last night. No idea why...although using me to shirk taking care of our sons is a top contender.

But at least I'm not bitter about it or anything.

And despite her general negligence, the boys do really miss her by the end of the week, and I am happy for them that they are getting to spend some time with their mother this weekend. Brave little men. Man, I fucking love those little shitheads.

But I am thankful for the break today. And since they are now with me most of the time, I can enjoy my time to myself when they aren't here...unlike when we did the every other week thing, and I missed them like crazy and spent the week in a sort of half -depressed stupor. Things are starting to stabilize. Return to a new normal.

Although I am seeing some new developments from my boys as they mature a bit more and seem to be getting more of a sense that something's rotten in Denmark.

(Tangent...one can argue that there are some thematic similarities between Hamlet and Wilfred. I almost wish I was still an undergrad English student, so I could research and write a killer essay about it. Almost. It's all very existential...and stuff.)

So far today, introvert me is content to spend some time with my coffee, a couple good books, my laptop, and Wilfred...and George Carlin wisdom.