Hello!!!!! It Friday! Sorry, I got excited about it for some reason. I was supposed to go to Chicago for a quick one day trip. It’s my friend’s birthday and we were going to go have fun. Everything was going to be free, and we even were invited to watch the Cubs play. So this weekend was lining up to become an awesome quick trip. Here is the problem. I am not rich, and most of the guys going are (by “most”, I mean all but me). So they planned to go on this bad boy a few days ago. I figured trips to Chicago would be a lil cheaper due to the lack of a beach and the whole summer time thing, plus everything was going to be free. I was wrong. I found a cheap flight out to Chicago, but coming back was going to cost an arm and a leg… so I had to bow out. And I just found out that Ryan, my buddy who plays for the Diamondbacks, is playing up there this weekend… but all that is still not worth the money or missing a weekend day with the Cason. The weekend is the only time when Cason gets to hang out with mommy and daddy at the same time since mom usually gets home late during the week.
Speaking of mom getting home late. That is becoming a big deal in our home. I do understand Kinsey’s frustration. I try to get Cason pretty quickly after work so that we can save a bunch of money, and I end up getting to hang out with him all day. This makes Kinsey feel left out. She usually will get home around 5 or 6… and 7 once or twice a week, or 7:30 pm like yesterday. That’s the norm for most people, but when a baby is involved, it changes everything. Especially when the baby goes to sleep around 7. So her Cason time is mostly done in the morning while she tries to get ready and get him ready for the day. So how did I decide I was going to fix the problem? By getting rich. So after she got done venting, I said “I have a quick fix idea.” She got a lil bit excited and asked what it was, and I said I would be back. I may not have been thinking clearly after saying I had an quick fix idea, because I drove to 7-11 and bought some lottery tickets. The look of disappointment was slightly hilarious/sad. I don’t think we won anything, but she did chuckle at my feeble attempt at making us rich.