• 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).

  • A seven day void

    I seem to have misplaced last week. I had it right here, but I don’t know what I did with it.

    Upon further review, it may be more accurate to say it was taken from me. First there was the start of the new school year, which was good for two and a half days. Then there was court coverage, which was good for a couple more days. Throw in a thrown out back to cover the weekend and I find myself right where I started… seven days ago… at my desk, in my office, wondering when I’ll get caught up.

    UPDATE: this entry didn’t get posted on Monday due to a wicked bad sinus headache that cut my work day in half (or Tuesday due to good old fashioned neglect). If you’re keeping score: that’s eight days in the crapper.