Why They Call It Taking A Dump
When I’m home, most of my mornings go like this: Wake up around 6, and immediately begin praying the kids don’t wake up till at least 7. That isn’t currently going as planned. Around 5:30am I woke up to one of the two crying, and by the time I came to my senses, both were at level 10. I will confess, I’m not the best rocker, so my wife usually has to rock one while I hold the other, and then do her magic with the second child, all while hoping the other remains asleep. Again, this isn’t currently happening. Lawson, for the second morning in a row has woken up ready to start the day, and so when we try and bring him to bed with us, hoping our big, extremely comfortable bed will allow him to relax, we end up constantly grabbing him from crawling off the sides. I don’t recall when I became a morning person, but at some point mornings became “my time”. I literally go get breakfast while listening to ESPN’s Mike and Mike, and then return home waiting for the kids to awake for their breakfast. There’s something about being on the streets so early in the morning. It’s just you for the most part. I have a Panera about a mile from my house, so I’ll order from the house using the App, and usually I’m back home in 15 minutes. The past two mornings, I’ve spent that 15 minutes praying that Lawson fell back asleep. I’ve been wrong twice.
Being home the last few weeks has been amazing. I enjoy the road, but towards the end of the year, it’s human nature for it to wear on your body and mind. The kids have gotten used to me being around everyday, and have grown quite attached. Lawson is a lot like me, sensitive and serious. Lilli Cate is in every way like her mother. Crazy as hell.
STORY BEHIND ‘MY’ SONG OF THE DAY :
SONGS FOR SALE - FROM THE MOMENT I MOVED TO NASHVILLE, I WOULD RETURN HOME TO MISSOURI, AND PEOPLE WOULD ASK ME OVER AND OVER, “HAVE YOU SOLD ANY OF YOUR SONGS YET?” AT FIRST, I WOULD GO THRU EXPLAINING THE PROCESS TO PEOPLE, HOW YOU DON’T USUALLY SELL ONE SPECIFIC SONG TO AN ARTIST, BUT AS TIME WENT ON, I WOULD SIMPLY SAY, “NOPE, AIN’T SOLD ANY YET.” NOT SURE WHY I’M STILL WRITING IN CAPS.
Scooter was a writer on this song, as he’s been on many songs of mine. I loved it from the first listen, as I do most of his songs. It was brilliantly written, again, as are most of his songs, but this just had something different. I had an ex girlfriend who used to always talk about boiled peanuts, and that’s mentioned up front. Not important, other than it’s just one of the many pictures that are used in the story to set the scene. To have Lee Ann sing on it, was a dream come true. I can remember thinking back to all the videos I’d seen of her singing over the years, and the fact that she was now a part of this song, was beyond surreal. Of all the songs I’ve recorded, that were never released as singles, this is by far the one most requested.
Why do they call it taking a dump? I have to say, this has puzzled me for years. I think back to every time I’ve ever used the bathroom, and I can’t ever recall “taking” anything from the toilet/bathroom. Like they brilliantly said on Beavis and Butthead, it should be called “leaving a dump”, cause you’re not “taking” anything - at least I never have.
I don’t know if this is something I’m going to do weekly, but I enjoy it, and will do it when the urge comes naturally.
Both of my children are now up, and it’s breakfast time for them, so I must go be a parent. But thank you for reading.
P.S. I wrote all of this without a single sports reference. That’s amazing!
P.S.S. Damnit I lied, I mentioned ESPN radio… Oh well…
Oh and pardon my grammar/writing errors. I’m a famed college dropout. A very uneducated singer/songwriter.