The Domestic God

Yesterday: woke up, did a DadCentric post, got Zoe up, gave her a bottle, got Lucas up, made him breakfast (one fried egg, two bowls of Cheerios), fed the dog, put a load of darks into the washer, got the kids dressed, took Lucas to school, had a brief chat with his teacher about how he's doing ("awesome" - her word), came home, fed the dog, updated some Facebook stuff, played with Zoe, did some research for the book (did you know that Navy SEALs sometimes carry modified M14 rifles?), made lunch for everyone (turkey sandwiches), put Zoe down for her nap, put together a Compost Box (a Compost Box!) and started a Compost Pile (a Compost Pile!), got dinner going (marinara from scratch, off the top of my head, no recipe needed - ain't no Prego gonna pollute my kitchen), picked up Lucas from school, took him to karate, watched him run through his blocks and kicks and punches, came home, cooked some turkey Italian sausage (first steaming them in chicken stock and then grilling them), served it up with spaghetti to great praise, cleaned up the kitchen, read Lucas a bedtime story, turned out his light, watched a recorded ep of The Unit (accompanied with the last of the Jameson's) while Beth went to Target, watched How I Met Your Mother when she got home, climbed into bed and passed right the fuck out, tired, happy.