Tired, just frelling tired.

Sam officially has two words in his “active” vocabulary.

“Kitty” is used to describe any creature, real or simulated, that’s fuzzy or furry. Thus, the cat is “kitty,” as is his teddy bear, pictures of any animals in his books, or any furry mammal he sees outside.

His other word is “daddy.” It’s clear, and unmistakable. He points to his definition of the word “daddy” and says it for all the world to hear. The problem is that in his world, I am “daddy.” sigh

The kid is a tornado in a ~31 in, ~24 lb package. I can easily describe him in one word: kinetic. Literally, he doesn’t understand the meaning of the word “stop.” And after a day spent trying to keep up with him, I need a full hour to undo the damage to my living room and kitchen. Then the morning comes and we’re right back at it. I’ve really got to find somewhere to go tomorrow where he can wreak havoc and I won’t have to clean up the mess.

And after about a year and a half of not working and not really looking for a job (Sammy keeps me quite busy, thank you), I’m on the verge of having TWO. First, this company in Columbia (Maryland) interviews me for a third time (counting the initial phone interview) and it goes really well. I answer all their tech questions, I detail all my PHP coding philosophies, and I get really good vibes that they might be hiring me for their team lead position. But as of yet I haven’t heard anything from them.

Then Jay from California emails me, saying the project he’d been telling me about weeks ago will probably be coming through soon. He’s got to meet with the client again, but it looks good. The pay is a little low, but it’s telecommuting. It’s 120 hours of work due no later than 6 weeks. Can I do this without having to put Sammy in day care? I don’t know, but it’s not worth my time to get day care for him for a short duration project like this.

I just know Murphy’s out to get me, though. I’ve told Jay yes, I’ll do it, but I know that as soon as that becomes official, I’ll get an offer from the place in Columbia. Or maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. After all, I have no guarantee that I’m going to get the job, but man I aced that interview.

I’m exhausted just thinking about all this.

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