The times they are a changin’. And the kids, they are a sick. Nothing major, just weird viral infections of some type, probably imported from someplace exotic (like Pier One).
Now Emily has it, which is good because it reinforces the idea that families share things but bad because that which has been shared is debilitating. Or at least kind of annoying, not unlike that whacky Steve Urkel from the hit TV show Family Matters.
So now Emily has the weird Steve Urkel disease, which means I wear my Dad hat 100% of the time. I took a sick day, but not for me — for them. I’m not saying I’m a hero or anything. Rather, I’m admitting how difficult a decision it was for me to make. I’m not a work-a-holic (addicted to workahol) but I do like to stay busy. And sometimes that gets in the way of the thing we’re busy for in the first place. I’m not sure if that makes sense, but at least I know what I mean.
The kids cry at the drop of a hat — they’re so out of it. Emily’s not feeling great, either. So I’m going to go take care of them while the world of work keeps spinning without me. I’m also going to stop dropping hats.