I quite enjoy my Uncle Lem identity. I wrote about my Unco Wem Identity once before, but there’s a dark side. Let me start though by saying that I absolutely love being Unco Wem. It’s the best. I get to go home – without them. It’s great. I get the joy of kids without them living with me. I’m okay with that for now.
I got to hang out with my nephews and my niece this weekend. There are some crazy side effects of hanging out with that many kids. I know you parents are going to just tell me how much I don’t know and how much more difficult it is than I’m about to write – but you chose it and don’t complain. You have not right too. Hahahaha.
First of – I’m exhausted. I look up to you parents. How do you do it with the constant tired? Don’t answer – that questions was asked and not meant to be answered. I can wait to know.
Second – I woke up singing “Barbara Manatee” by Larry the Cucumber. You parents are rockin the children songs so much that you don’t even know it.
Third – I love being Uncle Lem. I’m at home. It’s quiet. It’s been restful. I love being Uncle, but I love the fact that I can sit here and just enjoy the memories of the past few days – plus that darn song is still going in my head.