Sitting on the fencepost...chewing my bubble gum

Getting older sucks.  There - I said what everyone over the age of 35 has been thinking.  In my head - I'm still 25.  I wish that I could say that in my head I'm still 16 or even 8, but life has beaten me down a bit as of late.  I used to be fun, happy and go lucky all the time.  But over the past five years, I feel that I've been pushed, pulled, prodded and poked into a semi-cynical state.

I do believe I have found the cure of Codger-itis or as it is more commonly known - Old Fogey Syndrome.  The cure is my children.  I spent a one day vacation at Jellystone Campground outside of N. Java, NY yesterday and though I have been in my funk - for a day I was able to play on the swings, do cannonballs in the pool, squirt the giant squirt guns at each other and sing campfire songs (I've heard "Hermie the Wormie" about 50 times since we left, a capella from my boy.).

The time that I spent with my wife and kids yesterday - one full day of just me and them - including my daughter's first canoe ride with me, re-affirmed my need for goal #2 - Become a better daddy.  It did my heart, mind and soul wonders to spend the day with them.

So I'm going to do it again on Sunday - but this time - I'm going to leave the cell phone in the car.  I wish I could leave it at home, but that won't happen as with all addictions, withdrawal symptoms would occur.  But it will happen, eventually.  A smartphone, computer, TV free day (I'll pre-write and schedule my post!) - and I'll be glad for it.

This is not my son, he would be singing at TOP VOLUME - but this is the closest I could find to the version that they taught at Jellystone.  You get the idea.  Woooo Wooooo!