• A new word for the new year

    I’ve got a New Year’s Resolution that can’t wait for the New Year. I’m positively giddy with anticipation. I resolve to make the word “rhinorrhea” part of my regular vocabulary. I’m not convinced it’s a real word (it’s just too good to be true), but that hasn’t stopped me before and it isn’t going to stop me now.

    I can’t wait until that first time, when I unleash my secret weapon. Picture my co-workers’ reactions that first time I say, “Man! I’ve got a BAD case of rhinorrhea.”

    I’ll bet I could charge admission.

  • The drip heard round the house

    Families with school age children live in perpetual fear of a runny nose. One day your child comes home with twin glowing stripes running from nose to lip, the next your house resembles a scene from a bio-medical thriller. People lay around the house listless in their extended wear PJs with the remnants of a box of Kleenex scattered around a nearby trash can like an electron cloud.

    Last night Adam went to bed with a runny nose. This morning Cheryl woke up with a sore throat.

    And so it begins…

  • Abandonment

    Monday marked yet another first day. This time it was Adam’s turn. Adam was at a day care center for the first time Monday morning. If you’re unfamiliar with having children and using day care centers… the first day is often one of the first times you feel like a failure as a parent.

    He cried when Cheryl dropped him off, he was playing when she picked him up, and he seemed emotionally intact Monday night. Maybe it will be alright after all. We’ll see how he does after his second day (today).