VaticanAssassin
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It always starts the same. Between 4:45 and 5:15, before I am even fully awake my daily calendar starts to play. A meeting at X, have to make these calls, that project is due, I should reach out to so and so…. There is no going back to sleep from this. So I quietly grab the baby monitor and my phone. Closing the door behind me, careful not to let the dog follow me as she does not understand how to traverse the stairs without sounding like an elephant, I make my way to the kitchen.
Downstairs smells like coffee. As always I am glad my wife set it to auto, even if it does turn off before she awakes, leaving her coffee that must be microwaved. I pour a cup, a little half and half, no sugar and make my way to go get the paper. I usually have to turn around and turn off the alarm. One of these days I will remember to do that first. The next hour is spent sipping my coffee and reading the paper. Sports Center plays in the background but outside of football season I barely give it a glance. Once the paper is done I go to my preferred news sites on my phone. Then it is social media and maybe a check of lit to see what idiocracy occurred overnight.
The next 45 minutes or so are shit/shower/shave time. I do this in the downstairs bathroom as not to wake the wife. Looking at the baby monitor one last time I see she is starting to stir at her normal 6:45-7:00 time frame.
I head to my eldest daughters’ room first. I hope a tussle of the hair is enough to wake her. Normally not. Most the time she retreats further under the blankets. On the worst days I have to grab her phone and head out of the room with the old “guess you don’t want your phone today” trick. She usually beats me to the door when this happens.
Then it is off to the baby’s room. She is standing in her crib in anticipation of my arrival. I always look forward to what she will say. This morning it was “Santa is going to bring me presents”. No idea where this came from. The best is when she greets me with “Daddy!!! I love you!!”, but I love all her greetings. Picking her up I carry her to my room. Laying her down between mommy and me she tells me about her night to the best of her ability. She is only two after all. Her mom loves the morning about as much as the eldest. So I tell the baby to give her a hug, sneak one hand under the blankets and cope a feel of my wife’s perfect ass. This normally wakes her up. Kissing them both goodbye and with a final I love you I head down stairs.
The eldest has various lunch contents spread about the counter and a frozen waffle in the toaster. I tease her or make some kind of bad dad joke. She brushes it off. Not an insecure bone in that one’s body. Smart and tough, but still so emotional and caring. She certainly does not get the emotional or caring part from me. One more hug and a I love you and its out the door. Already looking forward to seeing them when I return.
Boring as fuck I know. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
( On a side note: I am not proofing this at all, I am not a writer, I know that, I don't fucking care. Go eat a bag of dicks!!!
Downstairs smells like coffee. As always I am glad my wife set it to auto, even if it does turn off before she awakes, leaving her coffee that must be microwaved. I pour a cup, a little half and half, no sugar and make my way to go get the paper. I usually have to turn around and turn off the alarm. One of these days I will remember to do that first. The next hour is spent sipping my coffee and reading the paper. Sports Center plays in the background but outside of football season I barely give it a glance. Once the paper is done I go to my preferred news sites on my phone. Then it is social media and maybe a check of lit to see what idiocracy occurred overnight.
The next 45 minutes or so are shit/shower/shave time. I do this in the downstairs bathroom as not to wake the wife. Looking at the baby monitor one last time I see she is starting to stir at her normal 6:45-7:00 time frame.
I head to my eldest daughters’ room first. I hope a tussle of the hair is enough to wake her. Normally not. Most the time she retreats further under the blankets. On the worst days I have to grab her phone and head out of the room with the old “guess you don’t want your phone today” trick. She usually beats me to the door when this happens.
Then it is off to the baby’s room. She is standing in her crib in anticipation of my arrival. I always look forward to what she will say. This morning it was “Santa is going to bring me presents”. No idea where this came from. The best is when she greets me with “Daddy!!! I love you!!”, but I love all her greetings. Picking her up I carry her to my room. Laying her down between mommy and me she tells me about her night to the best of her ability. She is only two after all. Her mom loves the morning about as much as the eldest. So I tell the baby to give her a hug, sneak one hand under the blankets and cope a feel of my wife’s perfect ass. This normally wakes her up. Kissing them both goodbye and with a final I love you I head down stairs.
The eldest has various lunch contents spread about the counter and a frozen waffle in the toaster. I tease her or make some kind of bad dad joke. She brushes it off. Not an insecure bone in that one’s body. Smart and tough, but still so emotional and caring. She certainly does not get the emotional or caring part from me. One more hug and a I love you and its out the door. Already looking forward to seeing them when I return.
Boring as fuck I know. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
( On a side note: I am not proofing this at all, I am not a writer, I know that, I don't fucking care. Go eat a bag of dicks!!!
