hindsight

On my birthday my mom always tells me the story of when i was born. She started having contractions pretty early in the night, so she got pretty much no sleep. In the morning, my dad was leaving for work and mom said, "hey im having the baby soon"
and he was basically like, "oh you'll be fine, you'll probably have it when i get back from work"
"maybe you shouldn't go to work though, yknow since im having the baby"
"you'll be ok. i'll see you later"

so dad left mom at home, very pregnant with contractions and a year-old Clinton to take care of. probably not the wisest decision on his part, since my mom has pretty much never forgiven him, haha.
anyways, mom was really scared, so she called up my aunt to see if she could come over. But my aunt was really sick and busy throwing up every 10 minutes, so mom was like, thanks but no thanks.
then mom called my grandma and she was like.... wait theres no one there with you?
and mom said "nope, dave went to work"
so grandma jumped into her little grandma car and drove over to spend the day with mom. She kept Clinton occupied so that mom could be pregnant in peace. and mom did the laundry, cleaned the kitchen, scrubbed the floors, etc, because apparently you get a burst of energy right before you have a baby.
Dad came home and grandma took Clinton to her house. They got ready to go to bed when whoops! moms water broke, so they packed up and went to the hospital.
and then a few hours later, at two o'clock in the morning about 18 years ago, i was born in Presbyterian Hospital.
and ive been loving life ever since




Todays Theme Music:
talking bird- death cab for cutie
i shouldve known better- the beatles
float on- modest mouse