Nothing worse than sitting in the delivery room with a wife who is clearly in pain, and knowing that there is little you can do. Worse is knowing that her contractions are not labor, so she is simply in pain for the sake of pain. The little bugger refuses to engage and come on out, and he's making mom angry. The wife is one tough broad, and I rarely see her cry; she's in pain. More tears tonight than I have ever seen. I hope we come out of here with a baby, and not another dry run.
I'm on a west bound Continental flight to SFO. I didn't get my customary upgrade or even an exit row, which always sets the tone for an interesting flight.
I was overjoyed to have a 3 and a half year old sitting next to me. The poor boy's mother was on leg 2 of three (from West Palm Beach to Houston to San Fran to Australia). I have found that since I have begun traveling with a child, I am much more tolerant of children on the plane, and their attendant needs.
That said, this little boy had some issues. The woman was literally dragging him on his stomach back to where she wanted him. He was hitting and pinching her, screaming, demanding things...basically a camera crew away from a Super Nanny special.
Even when he reached into my drink and grabbed an ice cube I remained cool. Frankly, it didn't bother me. Somewhere, deep inside me, I have definitely achieved a calm and sense of peace when dealing with little people issues and travel. Perhaps I believe that I am saving travel karma in a bank for when my little Chickpea, or soon my LittleCannon, decide to act up when we go on one of our trips.
The hardest part was not trying to control any form of anger or frustration directed at the child, but restraining from offering up parenting tips to this woman. Let's just say she did a lot of things I would not have done, and did not do many things I might have tried. Not to say that what I would have tried would have worked, but what was doing wasn't, and it was clear she wasn't getting creative.
Oh well, here's to hoping my future travel days are somehow made easier that hers.
New years resolution - I plan to post more. I have been so busy with IMSafer that I have had precious little time for personal blogging. With XMas, New Year, 1 year old daughter, pregnant wife and CEO job, well, I could complain some more or just do something about it. So I will do something about it. My bad...mea culpa...all that jazz.
Had the little brother to visit for a few days and it was great. Things were hectic in the house, and I didn't get to do nearly the number of things I know he wanted to do, but it was one of those visits that one calls a turning point. Not one single argument. If you know the both of us, that's saying something. I think I learned more about my little brother in 5 days than I had in the last 10 years. Funny what a little listening and civility can do. Big ups to him for coming out...can't wait to have him out again.
Looks like ... wow, I just realized I have no nickname like Chickpea for my son. We agreed on a name so long ago that I never needed to come up with a name. How lame of me. Henceforth, he will be known as LittleCannon. That's an inside joke with some of my fellas, but it's a very fitting name.
For those of you who believe that there is not an attack on Christmas, allow me to present my own exhibit. We took little Chickpea over to the mall today to get some photos with Santa. The photos could be had with or without a printed border on the image. The border said "Happy Holidays." There was no option to have one that said "Merry Christmas."
Look, I understand political correctness and not wanting to offend people, but doesn't it seem a bit ridiculous that I can't go to get a picture, with Santa, and have it say something tied to Christmas? I have self selected into a group of people who wants a photo with the perennial icon of Christmas, and yet, I cannot get a Merry Christmas.
I find the whole thing sad. I did appreciate that the "Santa" told me "I listen to O'Reilley too, but I can't say Merry Christmas either." So Christmas is out. You're not allowed to even utter the words. This isn't even San Francisco. I hope reason and sanity win out over this political correctness.
I'm done. Sorry for ranting. I feel sad for my daughter. That's all.
Been on the road all day today. I hate days that start bad and simply get worse. Fortunately this day had ups and downs, so not really a terrible day. It's bad enough to have to get up at 3:50AM to shower and shave and run out the door to catch a flight, but another thing entirely to know that you are running late and see that you most clearly did not get gas last night.
Airports are always interesting because of how they ebb and flow with the level of sanity and reason. Why must all of our 3 oz bottles of liquid be in a ziplock bag? Why haven't they come up with a better way to scan shoes? And why did the clock on the wall say 6:50AM, my flight clearly had a departure time of 7:06AM (as indicated on the nice screen) and next to that it said "departed." I'm sorry, what? Three quarters of a mile of frantic running through the airport (note to self - Phoenix airport, worst layout ever) to get to a closed door at the gate. I somehow managed to convince the gate attendant that my lateness was not in fact my fault and that she should let me on the plane. Luck prevailed.
I spent the day in CA at a conference for child online safety. It was cool to meet people in the industry. I did two television interviews, and saw my company covered in the Wall St. Journal. In all, a great media day. Things with the new company are going really, really well. It's a great team, and we're having a great time.
I'm on the plane and really should catch some winks before landing in Houston at 1:30AM. This has been a long, LONG, day. Sorry for the lite posting as of late, but the new company and child are demanding all of my time.
So we close the day with some fun and interesting news. First, the fun:
We don't have better quality just yet. That was taken on my phone, so you will have to forgive us, but the little Chickpea is walking. How cool is that??
Next up, we had our sonogram last week. The baby is doing well, as is my loving wife, who is soldiering through this pregnancy like quite a champ. I am very happy to announce that we are having a boy come March. That's just great news...we get to have one of each.
The posting has been quite lite as of late due to the ton of work related to my day job. Things have been going great, as we officially launched our service last week. You can check it out over at IMSafer. We're pretty excited about it, and I hope to have some news to post in the next couple of days. For now I sign off, as I am still pounding through the work.
It's been crazy with the launch of my new company, IMSafer. We're cranking away, and that's kept my personal time to a minimum. So to all the family who keep calling, yes I am alive. Here's a photo from the weekend to placate y'all.
In an effort to not play the woe is me game (yes I'm still in the hospital, yes I'm going to be OK, and yes I'm a little pissed off at my brother for not calling like he said he would - I'm in the m!therfucking hospital people), I want to talk about my best friend who became a father today. He and his lovely wife had what can only be described as a ugly little yoda person (inside joke). Truth be told, the child is quite large, so I am sure his wife was happy to part ways with him. So happy birthday little man.
I should be out of the hospital tomorrow. I'm glad I didn't die or have my nose collapse, both of which my doctor told me were very real possibilities. Sometimes I wonder if, in the interest of his oath to "do no harm," he should have just kept those little bits to himself. This is the second time in two years that a staph infection has threatened my well being. Perhaps I should switch gyms...I hear that's where this guy Staph and all his little bacteria buddies like to hang out.