Okay, so last night (better associated with this morning, really early) was one for the memory books. My little angel woke up at 1 a.m. releasing the food from the night before all over her sheets and pajamas. We didn't realize this until we walked in to the room and the aroma hit us like a Mike Tyson when he hit Zach Galifianakis in "The Hangover". I cuddled my baby for about 20 minutes before I was able to get her in to the bathroom, the entire time I was 6" away from the mess at hand. Very, very tough to stomach and maintain super daddy status but I did. Within the next 30 minutes I had acquired some coke, sprite and crackers from a local grocery store and Eden was feeling like a champ. We washed and sanitized (Ashley washed and sanitized) the room and all the sheets and Eden got to sleep in her Hello Kitty sleeping bag, she was elated, not to mention she was able to consume the one product we withhold from her most diligently... coke. I found myself, hours later, tossing and turning, in a slight bit of pain and discomfort all the while a bit discombobulated. I realized that I may have been contracting whatever my daughter had. Ah well, I'm tough I thought... I thought. I moved the sofa around 3 a.m. Tried to sleep but that task proved too difficult. I remember the clock said 4:26 and the next thing I knew I was face down on the bathroom floor drenched in sweat and freezing cold, it was 5:30. I had never felt so miserable in my life, I contemplated going to the hospital, I thought I certainly needed an I.V. from all of the fluids I had lost (and yes I am sparing details). It was approximately 6:00 when I recovered from the floor, I think now that some of my time down was selfish as the floor felt absolutely amazing and I saw fit to enjoy my time uninterrupted by ailments for the time being. I returned to the sofa, as I did not want to bother my sleeping wife and honestly started to feel a little better, then I tried to turn on my side, that's when I made the phone call to work, it wasn't going to happen today. I am big on listening to my body, but I am also big on not getting backed up at the office. I have an amazing colleague that is taking care of my work today, I owe him big. I don't even know if he knows I have a blog, but I am still indebted to him until further notice. I am moving around now, I arose from the dead at 9:30, Eden slept till 11:30 (lucky) and now I'm spending some great time with the family, oh yeah, and television sucks during the day. So far I've watched "Ellen" a show I normally love, because I love Ellen, but today the "Jersey Shore" was on... nuff said. Then we watched Family Fued followed by the Price is Right. Ashley informed me that this is her daily routine. Be that as it may, I am enjoying my time home as it has been so little as of late. An episode of Tom & Jerry (yeah, I still watch that show) just started so I'm out... Deuces!
Paragraphs and line breaks, they are your friend. Mrs. Duke would slap the shit out of you if she saw this.
ReplyDeleteThis is my stream of consciousness. I've been reading too much James Joyce apparently. And for the record, I'd slap the shit out of her if she had the audacity to speak to me.
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