Daily Diary

Monday---The wife’s alarm blazes at 6am and so I decide to get up too and work on my blog and unpack from Fanfare. I get bots on the bus and then head to Hobby Lobby with James and buy a new art table. I put him down for a nap and assemble it and disassemble my old one. I keep one part of it as a computer desk, but its very wobbly. I’ll have to replace it at some point. The wife comes home and so does bots. I take $100 I was saving and hit the store for groceries. Then Best Buy for an ink cartridge. I end up purchasing the wife a surprise DVD and myself an Alfred Hitchcock box set. Plus the new Motorhead cd. I spend a bit too much but I deserve it. I end up passing out around 10:30pm.

Tuesday---Normal morning but I pencil a new Starslam page around noon, breaking in my new table. Kat and Chris stop by and talk for a while, keeping me company during its creation. The wife comes home and we don’t do much. I send my editor a full outline of the Sherlock Holmes comic story. Its approved. I gotta finish the script this week. Bots has an epic wobbler when we don’t pick the particular show he wants to watch and we want to watch, so we don’t get to hear half of it. I end up passing out around 11pm.

Wednesday---Normal morning, again. At noon during baby nap I work on commissions and pull reference for the Mayhem #3 story. I want to get that done soon so I am free for Sherlock Holmes. Baby gets up, bots gets home early. So I thumbnail out the pages at the coffee table. The kids are incredibly annoying today but I keep myself together. Wife gets home at 7pm and I head out to get the new Sandman comic at Clems downtown. I get the wife Taco Bell and get back around 8:30. The wife watches Twilight and I sit on the couch next to her reading comics. Bots passes out on the couch next to us. She carries him up to bed and I struggle to get comfy. She gets invited out on the 8^th of next month and its quite assured we won’t find a sitter for the kids for me to go, so she doesn’t even suggest it. Sometimes I feel so alone in the fact that we can never go out together and no one wants to help us. No one can care for a special needs kid who has a nightly ritual to go to bed. We never want to put that burden on anyone. We did it recently to some family members and they couldn’t handle it. So we are just resigned to never going out together again. Its with these defeated thoughts that I pass out around 11:30.

Thursday---Baby gets up and starts crying around 4:30am. Wife gets him a bah and I console him. Finally back asleep I decide to stay up and enjoy the quiet time (what little of it I get anymore). I go down to the office and work on blog, commissions and other stuff. But then talk myself back into sleep.

At 8:30, I get back up and the wife heads to work. Bots and I play and baby joins us. Bots goes on the bus and then baby down for a nap. I get a few minor things done and the wife gets home at 2pm. After filling out some forms online, we head to bots’ school to pick him up and then drive to Okemos to the mall for trick or treating. Its raining bad outside so this is the alternative. When we get there, its JAM PACKED full of people who had the same idea. After a half hour of standing in lines and only a handful of suckers to show for it, we take off for home. We stop and get some bagged candy in case we get some trick or treaters who braved the rain to come to our door. The baby hits the bed and the wife and I watch the tail end of ONCE BITTEN, which she’s never seen. Then I show her bits of Disney’s LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW on youtube. We want to watch the Garfield Halloween special but cannot find it anywhere. We watch the beginning of the Peanuts special but then she puts bots to bed. I stay up and watch the rest of the Addams Family movie and then part of Addams Family Values. Then pass out around 11pm.

Friday---Bots gets up at 4:30 with a high fever and the diarrhea. We’re out of meds so I run to Walmart to get him meds and us some soda. I get back and he’s at 102 temp. So we put him down with a dose of meds and she passes out. I stay up to do some minor things in my office. I regret it because I am pretty tired all day. The kids get up and we play all day. I watch some Family Guy season 11 on disc. Finally the kids pass out, the wife comes home and we booze it up watching Patton Oswalt. Yada yada, I’m out by 1am.

Saturday---I wake up at 7:30 am and have some morning yada yada with the wife. Then I get us breakfast at Mcds. The kids get up and the wife stays up. I watch some DVR’d BATMAN and a MUNSTERS bio. Then go to Kroger for some new apple juice for the baby. The wife takes off to work and I do some laundry and clean the kitchen. I make plans for moving my office around. Baby takes a nap and I decide to just go ahead and tackle the big job. A couple hours later its all moved and I am very happy with the results.

Baby gets up and we all hang out together. Eventually he passes back out and I decide to get to work on a page for the Tales of Sequential Mayhem. I pull out my thumbnails and get to work. A couple hours later, my pencils look great! This new art table really is putting me in the game and it feels good. I decide to hit it up with some inks too. Bots is super hyper and won’t go to bed. So the wife comes home after work and takes over. Finally he does and then we both pass out as well around 11:30pm.

Sunday---I wake up at 7am on the dot and hear bots downstairs. Baby is up as well. So I feed everyone and then update blog and other things online. I watch a couple football games and pencil on commissions and hang out all day. Pass out around 10pm.

Monday---I get up and take bots (and baby) to doctor’s appointment. We’re kept waiting 55 minutes and I am getting pissed. Finally we leave and make it home just in time to get him on the bus. I put baby down for a nap and I take out trash. By then, I am feeling really sick and achey. I surmise that in sharing my drink with bots earlier he gave me some sick germs. NEVER AGAIN!!! I shake and ache all day and when the wife comes home, I lay in bed trying to break the fever. I’m back up at 1am, feeling a lot better but sore as fuck. I decide I feel well enough to head downstairs to work on the Sherlock Holmes script and I get to work on it. I finish it and send it off to the editor. Then I work for the next three hours on the porn store book. Around 4am, I pass back out.