My overwhelming workload continues. I apologize to the fictional people in my head who give a crap. It should ease up soon-ish, I think, so I can get back to the important business of writing run-on sentences about Things, Stuff and Bullshit.
But for now, the work situation is clearly taking a toll on all of us. Ike decided he better pitch in as well.
Putting on Dad's pants and belt. One thing led to another and pretty soon he insisted on full business casual, plus a tie.
"I'm Dad!" he announced. "I need a hat."
"Dad doesn't wear a hat, Ike."
(Way to disappoint your son, Jason. Why u no wear fetching business fedora to work like all the cool dads?)
My phone died shortly before he completed the outfit with two different shoes and paraded up and down the hallway for awhile, saying things like "I'm Dad, I'm going to work, give me a hug now, bye!"
I have to wonder what outfit he'd chose to represent me "going to work," or if he'd just go with underwear, a ponytail and coffee mug. No time for pants! I'm busy and important! Typing things and stuff and bullshit! DON'T MESS WITH ME I HAVE POST-ITS FREAKING EVERYWHERE.
In summary, I need to take a shower. Still undecided on the pants. These are my business pajamas.