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 a
handfull, 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.