Journal: News & Comment

Sunday, January 15, 2006
# 9:06:00 PM:

Let this accursed weekend be over

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Yesterday morning I woke up grumpy. My wife noticed, and I denied it, but it was true. I wasn't the only one: both our kids were in crappy moods all day, and there were tantrums and rude statements and canceled movie plans. When our daughters were going to bed, I told them it had been a hard day, and that Sunday would be better.

It was, for the most part. The kids let mommy and daddy sleep in till 10 a.m. (!), were polite and relatively fight-free all morning, and had a great time at a birthday party we went to in North Vancouver in the afternoon. My parents, who live next door, called to offer unsolicited babysitting (!!) so my wife and I could go out to dinner. We made reservations at The Cannery, where my cousin works.

Ten minutes before we were to leave, however, my parents phoned to say that our youngest daughter, who is nearly six, had been carousing in the basement when she had fallen and hit her head. There was some blood. We rushed over and saw immediately that she'd need a doctor. Dinner reservations canceled, and a trip to the Kensinton Children's Clinic later, she had five blue plastic stitches on the back of her scalp. Instead of eating alone at The Cannery, my wife and I were now at Dairy Queen and our two girls were scarfing down Dilly Bars (certainly a good sign of no lasting injury).

Our youngest is fine now, sleeping here in front of me as I type this. She's staying home from school for a day tomorrow under doctor's orders.

For once, though, I'll be glad it's Monday.


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