A typical day for me starts off with a early alarm buzz at 4:30 am and I hazily roll out of bed, put on my workout cloths and I am off to the gym. No food, yet, no shower and not coffee, yet. I hop in Beth's Pilot, most of the time, flip on the seat heater, because that early in the morning the last thing I want to be is ice cold on my way to the gym. At the gym I am met by the same young college student, ditch my bag in my locker and I am off. One hour later I am done, showers, and with a banana in hand I head back home. 6:15 I am at home, start breakfast (thought at times I do head to LA) Matt comes down stairs and peeks around the corner, under the little coffee/banana holding basket that is on the counter. Smiles all around from him, normally a hug and the reliable "Want some'ten to eat!" grin that normally spills forth from his lips. I assure him that food is indeed on its way if he is patient and to tie him over a helping of milk will normally do the trick.
About 7am, Beth and Becca stroll down stairs with Becca's normal "B", or to those who do not understand Beccaneese, Banana. Matt is now starting his anarchist (or anti-christ?)destruction of downstairs, because a clean home is not fair to all and chaos is king in his mind. With a simple "Breakfast is readay a joyful "Yeah!" resounds throughout our home and South Oxnard. Today it was stuffed french toast. If you do not know what that is my recent recipe has been boysenberry and skim ricotta (much lighter and better texture that cream cheese and its re-c"o"at-a cheese). Smiles all around or rather stuff checked kids, with palms up asking for "MO". Apparently you can not make and "R" sound when you have a whole piece of French toast in your mouth. Usually this is about the time I make start my calls for work, Assistant, Boss (dad), Big boss (uncle) and co-worker (cousin). Though my cousin is usually not in the office till after 8:30 or 9am, but I like giving him a hard time that he is lazy and needs to start work earlier.
I look at my Blackberry, 5 to 10 emails, four of which are junk and the rest are homeowners whose lives are falling apart because their faucet is dripping or light bulb has gone out. Fire up the computer, sip coffee, tell Matt not to make train sounds while I am on the phone (with cut backs last year I had to move my office into already cramped home), and start my endless day of phone calls and problem resolution. Truly I am not a Superintendent, I am a high profile babysitter and ringmaster to the most morbid circus on earth. Tony and the one eyed monkey troop coming to a dirt lot near you.
For the remainder of the day, I am calling and calling and calling, then I go to a meeting either in Oxnard or LA, then I am calling and calling and calling.........and calling. I have an unlimited cell plan, I need it. I build homes, some large, some small, some complicated, some simple. I look at plans all day and think up ways to same my company money and time, but mostly money. I am in charge of multi-million dollar projects and I most of the time love what I do.
Why tell you all about this? All to say, I have a pretty unsatisfying career and I am envious of my wife. I normally spend my entire day having adult conversations about building large custom and trac homes, reviewing performance ratings of contractors, discussing the economy with really smart people and I am jealous that I can not talk to a pair of snot nose screaming memes all day. The best parts of my day are the mornings and the evenings, when I am home with my family. To shape the minds of young ones, and to direct their world views is infinitely more important and satisfying that building things out of wood, cement and paint. On any given day to be able to help direct them to righteousness is by far more honorable and important than what I accomplish in a lifetime. Proverbs 31 is the mantra for my wife and I must say she is doing a unbelievable job at it. I know though that I do get up before the sunrises and make breakfast, but hey, I like to cook a lot and I know she would if I did not insist on cooking most of the time. So other than that, she has it down and I guess she is submitting to my authority when I tell her I want to cook.
I am a blessed man for sure because I have a wife that I followed the calling of the Lord to give herself to the shaping of spiritual future and the physical well being of two kids that mean more to us that anything else on earth. Sacrifice and Love for flows from by home and that is why I keep coming back for more.
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