You may or may not notice by the date and time this post was published, so I will point it out to you.
It is 11:58pm on a Saturday night. I am not performing, rocking out as it were. I am not having a drink with friends at one of the many trendy bars in my hip neighborhood, Northern Liberties. I am not even at a coffee shop drinking some important coffee.
I am at home, blogging on a Saturday night. I truly live up to my moniker as a stay-at-home-papa.
Let me go on, and bask in my geek-dom.
Mind you, Madhavi and Anjali are in NYC. They left this afternoon around 1pm. They are staying with a friend over night. They are coming back tomorrow early evening. What have I done since they left? Oh, this is too exciting.
First, I pulled weeds out of the lot behind our house, where we park. Then I went to see why our dryer isn’t working (it’s not even turning on…yay!). I couldn’t figure anything out about it. Then I spoke with one of our tenants and decided not to try and patch the skylight that was leaking last week, and instead have someone else with more “expertise” look at it.
After that, I worked on some marketing materials and contacts for the Birth Relaxation Kit that Madhavi and I created for expectant mothers and birth partners (we’re really excited about this hypnosis for childbirth program we created!). I finally dragged myself away from the computer at 5:30pm and decided to go food shopping. Mind you, Madhavi has the car, so I mounted my bike, equip with a few back packs.
I stopped and talked with neighbors on my way. Don asked me why, if Madhavi is in NYC, I am going food shopping. My answer was that we have very little to eat in the house. The real answer is that I am a bit of a loser! After all, this is not the first time I have gone food shopping on a Saturday night. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one at Whole Foods. Apparently I’m not the only loser in this city.
At least I got some exercise on my bike.
I got home and made dinner. Now, I would venture that most men would not be cooking if their wife was away, especially if they were the ones cooking on most nights because their wife was the main bread-winner. Well, I’m not most men. Not only did I make myself dinner. I made a typically healthy one at that, including sauteed kale and all. Not only that, I didn’t even listen to music while I made it. I listened to these downloaded marketing mentorship calls from Clay Collins (the marketing guy, not the country singer).
Hello?! I’m a musician and I’m listening to marketing advice while making dinner, while my wife is out of town on a Saturday night!
Okay. It was only about 8pm by the time I finished dinner. It was early yet. I could still make some plans. I did call my friend Rocco to try and catch up with him for a drink maybe. Voice mail. I thought I would get some more work done before I reached out to anyone else.
I continued uploading a little marketing piece for The Birth Relaxation Kit onto YouTube. I also answered a few comments on our other blog related to fear free birth (which I plan on transferring as a page on this blog in the near future..probably on a Saturday night
).
The next thing I knew it was 11:30. I decided if I’m going to go out, now is the time. I even stood up and walked to the kitchen. I thought about ice cream. I would really like some Ben and Jerry’s right about now, but I’m not sure any place is open that would have it. I realized I’m not going out. Loser.
I thought about writing this post, and here I am finishing it.
Post Script
After thinking about it, I wouldn’t exactly say I’m a loser. In all seriousness, I am a papa. I am a different Jeremy than I once was. I have had a lot of fun in my days as a bachelor and “rock star.” I still have fun. But right now I am enjoying the quiet of my house. I also enjoyed the time I got to work on things uninterrupted, which is rare these days. I decided to work on those things because of my responsibility as a father…and certainly because Madhavi and I have goals that extend beyond Philadelphia, and beyond “working” in the sense that our culture deems socially acceptable. I even sacrificed playing music today, for the sake of furthering some other goals.
Luckily, I have tomorrow…Tomorrow is about hitting the Indian buffet at Karma and working on some new music…
And cleaning out the basement. Doh!