Holidays aren't real.

Easter always bothered me as a holiday. Christians celebrate the horrific death of Jesus Christ. Where does a bunny with painted eggs fit in? The fact that Easter never consistently has the same date explains a lot about the holiday being fake.
Fake is a harsh term for pagan, but pagan is a harsh term for fake.
Anything relating to full moons and spring equinox sounds very pagan... and that's how Easter is determined each year. I could be lying, because I never actually looked up why Easter is always a different date. I think I heard it in college by a guy who taught my international studies class on Western Europe. I think his name was Mr. Martin, but I forget. He showed foreign films and gave his class extra credit if we attended a couple French films. Tough class, so I did every extra credit thing I could do... even attended a military history lecture that was meant for a ROTC audience.
I really liked college at times. I'm not sure I needed college, but I got a lot out of it beyond a career.
Not sure how my kids will go to college, but I imagine they'll go. I highly doubt they'll ever go to church, but I wouldn't be bothered. Their mother never went to church and she's a decent person. She may be anti-social in the sense she has no desire to have friends over the house or to hang out with non-relatives. She's a good mom. Kids love her almost as much as I do. We have good kids, at least, they mean well or don't try to be evil.
This Easter, dinner was at our house. My mom and my wife's parents, grandmother and sister's family all came over. I never envisioned being such a person to have family over, but it happens more often than I can keep track. I have 3 kids with 3 separate birthdays, unlike my sister inlaw who only has two boys who share a birthday. I seem to eat a lot of pie and cake since we tend to get more leftovers than the rest whenever we host family gatherings. I really hate to see good food go to waste.

Weekends aren't real.

I've had weekends off ever since I quit the car wash. I enjoy not working weekends, but I get the full 48-hour contact with my family.
I really don't see my wife during the week. I wake up when she leaves for work. I leave for work while she's driving home from work. I get home after she's gotten the girls in bed.
When I do see her, she complains a lot. I really don't feel like doing much. I'm a walking bruise at the moment.
She knows I get sleep now, but I don't think she appreciates the boxes and such I move throughout the week that leave a mark. Being in tight quarters and working fast with boxes of every size is a workout. Not hard to do, but hard on the body after a work week.
We got a playhouse kit rather than go by the the blue prints that have you buy lumber and build from scratch. The kit was way cheaper and less annoying to gather given the materials list wasn't easy to complete from the websites of the lumber stores.
My father inlaw was excited. He likes woodworking, so he was delighted to help put our girls' kit house together, though I really didn't need any help.
Our Saturday was spent around the inlaws coming over and such. The playhouse got mostly together, but it was dark before it was complete.
Today I woke up  I had a few things to do. After finishing the dishes, I  ate breakfast then completed the playhouse. I went to Sam's and Harbor Freight. Got a tarp at the latter to cover the playhouse. I also got a solar powered security light. I have a shed that is 16'x10' which gets lacks electricity, so I wired the light to be inside.
I spend a lot of time on my phone looking at news. Baseball season started, so I have that habit as well. Next weekend is Easter, so we'll have people over again, blah.
I need to do a number of things. Just need to focus on the priorities and let everything else sort it self out.

Weeks aren't real

Not sure where time goes, but I lack the ability to manage mine well. Something about having children makes life seem meaningful, yet utterly chaotic.
I lie. I have it easy. I rarely see my kids these days, it seems. I sleep more, but I work shortly after they get home from school and get home shortly after they go to bed.
My youngest has speech twice a week and afternoon pre-school Monday through Thursday. My free time is relative to what I can do with her home and what needs to be done and/or what I feel like doing when she's at school.
Today, I got the tires rotates on the Passat. I don't drive it much now that my work schedule overlaps with that of my wife, Jennifer. I also work a whopping mile away from work... almost walking distance.
While I was getting the tires rotates my son called from school. He had a a headache and needed me to bring him some Tylenol. I was very lucky that I was about to get my keys back from the tire people. I was also lucky that I had time to get home to wait for the bus as well, given my detour to my son's school.
I have a lot of chaos in my life in that I fail to complete things... or start things. I ceased having goals, so I just need to get my system in order and proceed slowly towards succeeding in getting shit done. I swear a lot now that I work ina warehouse around people that swear a lot.
I started going to the YMCA to run/walk around the gym. I need to get my body active, for it seems the lack of such has sped up time. Nothing about running seems fast when you are the one running. Time stands still in that you are stuck on a lap until it's finished... finishing doesn't end quickly enough. At least, I don't think so.
I didn't go to the gym today. I felt meh. I'm a little battered from unloading trucks.
Week is almost over, yet I have so much I need to do... namely, my city income taxes.
I have an orthodontist appt in the morning. I'm also expecting a delivery, which I should be home to receive... I might not be able to go to the gym if my delivery isn't delivered by 1pm. So I will be lacking the illusion of freewill, which means I must do something as a compromise.

New Year, new blog and Birthdays.

I started a blog in response to the blog and Dilbert Strip by Scott Adams. I got some traffic Friday from interacting with Scott on Twitter.
I may resurrect other blogs. I may organize them better. Not sure, just been busy of late.
Job I started in November is progressing. Seems to have opportunities to get decent raises. I have signed up for health insurance and enrolled in 401(k), I have had 3 paid holidays, though it's part-time. Nice job considering I got it while on vacation.
Had a joint birthday party for my daughter with my nephews tonight. Seems hard to lose weight during holidays, but I also have 2 kids with birthdays, and I like cake.

Giving up on habits

I've been job hunting for a very long time. I have had a job most of the time, but they've mostly been below my supposed skills and such.
Job searching is like checking out green lawns, I guess. I have an easy dead end job that pays the bills.
Am I Don Quixote as I think I'm better than I am?
What can I do? My job has options that can make going to school mildly feasible.
I need to quit things that are a waste of time. Daydreaming about a job is a waste giving my current state.
I've had a headache for awhile, I'm probably tired.

rained all day Saturday so naturally, Sunday wife worked

Mowing the lawn is hard when you have a toddler that roams freely and needs constant supervision when outside.
My new list of things to be hobbies is just more emphasis on productive hobbies. Green grass is a hobby that requires help if I want to be able to what I need to do. Sure money would be nice to pay someone else, but I'm not doing anything better so I need a dry yard to mow and someone to corral my youngest.
It's frustrating to not do something when you would be able to under normal circumstances.
Green grass problems is a first world problem. I like having first world problems.
Being annoyed by Donald Trump is something that bothers me in the same way only I just don't understand why anyone likes him.
Supposedly I have bipolar disorder, but I don't feel crazy in my unease by everything done or said by Mr. Trump since he started his run for POTUS.

I can't help it if I'm lucky

Driving home, I have the time to think about random or pointless things. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself for having to be driving from a job I never envisioned having, let alone keeping for an extended time.  The cars I see on the drive tend to be law enforcement types until I get close to home and pass the bars and strip club.
I feel sorry for myself more times than I'd like to admit, but of late I feel lucky with my trivial matters of pity. I'm very much alive and have a home with a wife and three children that want me to be in their lives. Sure we have issues about money never being aplenty, but I have friends who are widowed, divorced, or hooked up to tubes.
Prince died alone in elevator within his huge home. His music will live on, but what of him will be remembered. He was a weird little dude.