I really should be. I mean, I've been up since 5:30 this morning.
That's 5:30 in the AM.
And I know my day will end around 11:30pm.
We're playing a second gig tonight at Space in Evanston, IL. Last night's gig was fantastic and I'm looking forward to this evening...but I know I should rest up while I can. Otherwise who knows when the tired will take me out.
Lisel is napping! Now it my chance!
And yet, here I sit. Typing away.
One of the keys to this being on the road forever and ever with a child in tow is making sure that all adults get their alone time. It's harder than it sounds, mostly because crispy friedness can sneak up on you.
Like yesterday. I thought I was doing fine. We were pulling into town, and Claire made a harmless joke about Lisel napping when she wanted to and Dave and I not being able to control it. And normally, I would have laughed. But instead, I got my hackles up. Real quick.
I was able to calm myself down, and realize that Claire wasn't digging at our parenting, it was just that I hadn't had a moment to myself in like, 3 days. And I was tender. Sensitive. A little crispy.
Which I let everyone know in as calm as manner as I could. They understood and gave me some space. So I ran to the workout room. For two hours.
And now, even though I know I should sleep, I'm typing, because this may be my one chance today to get something done! To do what I want to do, and not what I need to do.
It's necessary man!
But having explained this to the interwebs, I feel much better now. And I think yes, I will go and have a lie down.
Because that's necessary too.