I was supposed to watch the tadpole
while my wife went to the hospital today, but I got a rather thorough ass chewing
this morning from my boss
for leaving early yesterday. Leaving this morning was not an option
. Wife thinks she has Strep Throat
, and has been trying to get me to come home early from work since tuesday. I feel like an asshole
, but I know she'll be able to handle taking the boy with her to the doctor. He's two, so he is
, but not so much that it's going to kill her or anything.
Well, that's what I keep telling myself, at least.
I've decided I no longer want to take over for my boss. I'm going to have to come in Saturday and Sunday, which sucks.
The day was just great. Too many things broken. I ran around here at work making sure people were really doing what they were supposed to do until about 6:30 pm, where I crawled home to a very silent wife and sleeping tadpole. The girls were in foul moods, and the long haired one and I fought again. We eventually called a truce, and decided to use secret code words to help calm ourselves down. I can't divulge any specifics, but it involves monkeys.
Monkeys are intrinsically funny.