Dads

It's go home day from the rig, another two weeks with the family. My wife and I have signed papers to purchase our first home together just a few days ago.

Would be all good, but my 13 year old son's school counselor called today to say my son has been talking to his friends about suicide and depression. My father killed himself a decade ago. Although he doesn't like to talk about it, I believe my son's past with his abusive birth mother hangs heavily upon him.

I feel like if I actually allow myself to think, I will break down in this airport. So I'm going to drink lightly, get home, sleep since I'll have been up for about 24 hours by then. And tomorrow my wife and I will make a plan to help him.

The lady got diagnosed with an anti immune disease and insurance has denied the medication the GI has prescribed so I might be looking at getting another job after just getting down to one. Medical bills are kicking our ass and we won't have savings for about 6 months.

But besides that the kid is in good health and my parents are doing good so trying to keep a positive outlook.

Worst I can complain about is that I got a package delivered at 8:00PM last night by some dude in an unmarked car No return address info or any other indication of who it's from. Rather shoddily-wrapped too, the address label is half folded over the side of the box.

I'm expecting two different packages, but both those them have tracking info that say they haven't been delivered yet.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but this checks like 3/5 warning signs for suspicious packages from my yearly training at work, so I'm just gonna let it sit and be mildly anxious for a while.

Also, trying to convince myself to go do yard work this weekend. Leaves are piling up.

I’m having a general panic that my 15 year old daughter does not need me at all and I do not factor into her life…

This commend ended up being super long so I made it a separate post.

Dad life wise - really good. My little boy (nearly 3) is a proper joy and we’re finally at the point where he reliably sleeps through the night. We’ve got baby number 2 on the way so trying to enjoy the sleep while I can.

My work has been a mixed bag - it’s sometimes hard to shake that off and leave work at work but I do my best at pushing it out of my head.

Well it's friday before Halloween and I just finished the jack-o-lantern and the kid's costume isn't even close to done yet. It's a shit show this year. Work has been - I don't want to talk about it. It's been not good. And the rumor is things aren't going to get better there before they get much much worse.

Very much like the environment, things aren't looking good and optimism would be foolhardy; bracing for impact, but honestly know it won't make much difference.

Oh and pouring thousands of dollars into the dog's vet bills has been fun, I can see my meager savings evaporate in realtime. And we still don't know what the fuck is going on.