Hard to get up

This is my first post and my first experience at keeping up a blog. In each of my posts I will try to write something about present and something about my past although it won't be always the case. When talking about the past I refer to myself as Radin and the memories are told in third person.

Today it was very hard to open my eyes let alone getting out of bed so I switched myself to automatic and got up. Walking like zombies I found my way to the shower. Had my breakfast and took my meds and went off to work. At work, and I am still trying to keep my eyes open. I don't know what has come over me these last few days. My wife and my daughter get up much earlier than I do and when they have left I get up, unless when they ask for fresh bread for their breakfast. In that case I get up quite early. And on Thursdays on which my wife is off I will have to take our daughter to school. She is at first year elementary. She doesn't approve of me smoking and it is good in a way so that I don't smoke much at home. "I don't want a father who smokes." "I don't want you to die" she says and explains what they say on the news about hazards of smoking. Sometimes when I sneak out to go to the roof for a sig she follows me and catches me red handed. "Put it off." She says. In our block there are no children her age and her cousin comes every other weekend so apart from her friends at the nearby park I and my wife usually have to involve in her games. Most of the time, I play the part of the husband or the groom. When playing the groom I have to go through the whole ceremony. Sometimes she opens a shop in her bedroom and we have to go and buy things from her.

Radin (me) was born on May 14th (a few days ago) on the second floor of a small house, southeast of a big city. He was supposed to be born in a hospital but his mother had preferred the comfort of her own house. He was to be the last child of the family. With one sister and.. let me see.. yes, and five other brothers. One of them was four years older than him and so they were very close. (We call him Fred here) Although Fred bullied him most of the time but they somehow got along and played together all the time. Most of the games they played were detective stories. Fred would start the game playing the bad guy and Radin as the detective. These games never had an ending and usually ended by mother calling them to lunch.
Radin's first memories went back to the first steps he took and started walking. You see he couldn't walk until he was three. His aunt had come to visit them and holding up some grapes encouraged him to walk and get it. His aunt lived with her adopted son. Her husband (an army Colonel ) had passed away at the early years of their marriage and she never got married again.