After viewing the Revolutionary Road DVD

God how depressing. That's me. That Leo character is me. I'm stuck in this rut. This soulless job. I have to do something else. But I can't. Because.

1. My job has daycare.
2. Need to pay for E.'s private school this year.

What's even more depressing: I see myself having a conversation with E. 15 years from now, trying to tell her, she can do anything. Don't settle. Do what you love. And yet, and yet, it won't ring true. Because it won't be true.

Not unless I change something before then. The Wife is in a similar boat. Maybe worse, because she makes even more money than I do.

Why this I watch this damn thing?

Teaching Lil G. to Read

G. is 16 months old. I've started to teach her how to read using the, "How to Teach Your Baby to Read," book.

We'll see how it goes.

E's Poem

“Washing Machines are Heads, Heads are Washing Machines”

Everybody’s head is a washing machine

Haven’t you heard of your brain?

The lines in it are wrinkles

From being in the machine too long

Oh, how we need a dryer!

E. is five years old. She was inspired by Shel Silverstein’s poem, “Shadow Wash.”