My daughter has a sore throat and ear ache. Another sick kid. The earliest appointment with the pediatrician we could secure was at 6 p.m. My wife is going to a meeting of her women's group from church. Therefore, I'm going to be dragging my three-year-old son along to the doctor's appointment with my daughter. Then I will be dragging them both to the pharmacy to pick up whatever antibiotic she gets. Then I will be dragging them home and putting them to bed. I don't see this night ending 'til right around 8:30 p.m. or so.
The above schedule doesn't even take into account the reading and prep I have to do for teaching tomorrow, either. That pushes my night back 'til 10:30 p.m. or so. The meager supply of patience I had this morning has pretty much been used up. At the moment, I want to hurt someone. I'm going to need that 20-minute drive home just to prepare myself for the rest of the night.
Sometimes life doesn't just give you lemons. Sometimes life gives you a big old pile of horse manure. You can't do much with that pile except spread it around and hope something good starts growing.
Saint Marty needs to start fertilizing.
|Anyone got a shovel?|