This weekend, Susie and I did the usual. Doctor's appointment on Saturday with shots. Jack barfed on Susie at bedtime. We cleaned up barf and ate dinner...one after the other.
Next day, I woke up at 5:30 and laid in bed, sleep deprived, waiting for the one year old to awaken with his bruised legs and fever. He awoke at 6:45 as expected. We walked to Wal-Mart for entertainment only to head back to our cave due to extreme heat despite officially beginning fall. Jack had two 30 minute naps all day getting crankier as the day progressed. I dragged around all day feeling ridiculously tired and didn't hardly mutter a word. Susie cleaned and attempted to entertain Jack while I felt sorry for myself, as another grueling work week readied to begin again. Jack went to bed only to awaken a half an hour later right as we sat down to eat Sunday night dinner at around 8:00pm. Screaming hysterically and very high pitched apparently due to his aquarium-crib-attachment-thing falling to the floor, he decided not to go back to sleep.
Two hours later, Jack was sleeping and Susie and I scarfed down dinner and went to bed. Official weekend status report...sucky!
On the other hand, at work today, within two hours of getting here, I met with one kid who had been choked by his father, discussed with another kid about how he and his family are in need of housing assistance due to being evicted as his father is addicted to drugs and does not have a job and his mother abandoned them in the middle of the night two years ago with no warning or goodbye, and another kid who's father went to prison for domestic violence. It could be worse, much, much worse.
I'm lucky, even when my weekend is, "sucky".
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