Family, Fatherhood, Life

Silence is Golden


Shhh. You hear that?

That’s right. I don’t either. It’s the sound of absolute silence, save for the pitter-patter of raindrops falling on the Alumawood patio.

The TV is off; the kid and Ann are in their respective beds. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day.

Why? After calling in sick last Thursday to take Anthony to the ER, then dealing with his illness for nearly a week (including cleaning up endless spots of um…vomit), it appears that Ann has contracted the very same virus that grabbed a hold of Anthony. The cooties are officially running wild in this house.

As a result of all this, I was a busy guy after work. My list included picking up Anthony at the grandparents’ house (he was there so Ann could get some rest), getting dinner for us, buying Ann a bottle of ginger ale and then carrying all of that stuff–kid included–into the house along with my backpack. In the rain. As if that wasn’t enough, it turns out that Ann’s mom has also contracted this virus and can’t watch the kid tomorrow, so I had to call in the services of my mom.

So I’m done. My day is officially over. I’ve popped the top off of a bottle of Smirnoff Twisted Wild Grape and am currently relaxing–and praying to [insert appropriate deity here] that I’m not the next one to catch whatever it is they had or have.

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