My Life: A Comedy of Errors
So, picture this: a guy, let’s call him… me. I’m rocking the IT gig, slinging code and battling tech demons all day. By night, I transform (or try to) into a super-blogger, sharing my infinite wisdom with the three people who accidentally stumble upon my page.
But wait, there’s more! I’m also a father, navigating the treacherous waters of toddler tantrums and pre-teen angst. A husband, attempting to remember anniversaries and put the toilet seat down. A brother, fielding frantic calls about computer problems I secretly caused. And a son, trying to explain to my mother what I actually do for a living.
My life? It’s a circus. A hilarious (to someone else), chaotic, mostly overweight circus.
Every time I try to catch a break, life throws another clown car at me. I streamline my work process? Bam! New software update that’s about as intuitive as a Rubik’s Cube made of jelly. I try to get eight hours of sleep? My toddler decides 3 AM is the perfect time for a rave. A rave that includes hours of vomiting and diarrhea. So a rave in the bathroom and made of nightmares. I’ve never been to a rave. But i knew they were stupid.
And the appreciation? The respect? Let’s just say my fan club consists of two cats, who are probably just going to puke soon.
But here’s the kicker: I keep going. Maybe it’s perseverance. Maybe it’s blind, dumb luck. But I’m still here, slogging through the mud, hoping for that elusive light at the end of the tunnel. A light that isn’t just an oncoming train.
Maybe, just maybe, one day someone will say, “Hey, that guy? He’s got it together!” (They won’t.)
But until then, I’ll keep typing, keep coding, keep parenting, keep getting back up after falling and failing. Because what else am I gonna do? Nap? yeah. I’m gonna nap too.
