- 10:11 PM,
Thursday, August 20th, 2015:
- And in the midst
of everything... my kids. My family. My goodness how
do you balance everything this year.
- The truth is...
you absolutely don't. Whereas in nearly every other
business, you can find a groove and make it all fit -
this idea was always a "sacrifice" year with a massive
drop-off. Sacrificing everything because it's the only
opportunity to make this much... which means you
sacrifice your own birthday, other events and drop
everything for a call/email or text because it's $1500
a pop and those pops will go away. Even
WRITING that makes my skin crawl because I'm not
that father. I would drop the world for a game of
CATCH with my kids, but you have to think a bit
more responsibly about this and it really will be all
but over in a couple months. Of course there will
still be some carry-over into 2016, but nothing will
ever reach this type of insanity. And I couldn't
be happier. I don't mind insanity, but
I want Hats & Minigolf insanity. Being
creative. Producing good content. Doing good charity
work. Not, driving a Time Machine to a party and
parking it for 3 hours...
- ...although holy
shit I still can't believe this is my
- The kids however,
do miss me a bunch and even moreso because I took
a TINY bit of downtime (an $8k August is downtime
- LMAO) to build all this stuff. So I'm moving
constantly. All I have are tiny moments
throughout the day and a bedtime routine singing my
twisted "Hush Little Baby..."
- The good news is?
That video of them not fucking killing each other is
no longer as rare as it used to be. It's still rare,
and 100% revolves around whether Vienna wants to be
civil, but she's enjoying Cameron more. She can tell
him to do stuff and he can kinda do it. She likes
that. As well, that final hour before sleep? She is as
precious as anything. I mean almost makes you cry
sweet and somehow erases the absolute crazy meltdowns
she has all day. All 2-3 year olds are emotional, but
my goodness the difference between Vienna and Cameron
is jaw-dropping. Cameron has his meltdowns when he's
tired or a little frustrated... but, no, wait... he
just kinda cries. Vienna -
LOSES HER FUCKING MIND. Nearly
hyperventilating. Why? Cameron is holding the box. And
she isn't. Was it her box and he took it? No. He's
just holding a box of fucking crackers. She was in the
other room. She SCREAMS, hauls ass at him and tries to
take it. He looks at her like she's nuts, if she does
actually get ahold of it and starts wailing on him or
pulling it from him? He bites her. She cries. He then
holds the box and looks at her...
- ...and yes, of
course you don't want the biting kid - but what the
fuck, Vienna. Welcome life. If you go CRAZY, people
will defend themselves and beat your CRAZY back and
you're lucky if it's just TEETH. I believe this will
get better as time goes on because she's quite
capable. But good fucking goddamn if she's not having
it that day? Whew. We've literally said to Cameron
because Vienna SCREAMS at the sight of him, "Hey
buddy, you probably don't want to walk into the house
- I mean, that
seems awfully young to have to explain that to him,
doesn't it? Time will tell.
- And yes,
I still miss them. Hahahahahaha. I've also gotten
quite a bit closer to Cameron which is nice. He's
still pretty attached to the TEET, but it's waning.
Still won't sleep through the night though. Wakes up
once or twice, and even with that - still only sleeps
like 9 hours. It's crazy. So far off what kids are
supposed to have at even Vienna's age.
- This too shall
pass, as will all this work. Almost Labor Day, almost
done with everything (although I'm considering making
a trellace now that the tree is gone, but will
probably wait until after the tournament to do that.
I've done more than enough with the GolfKon bar and
now a Broadcast booth and second bar!
- Whew. Get busy
living or get busy dying!