If you’re looking for The Funny today, I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place. Three days of flu-like symptoms plus a three-year-old daughter with the same symptoms multiplied by three days of restless and infrequent sleep equals one exhausted and decidedly unfunny Justin. Still, though, I told myself I’d write something every day once I started this here blog, so kick back and relax as I sleepwalk through today’s post.
So I woke up at around 2ish this morning, tossing and turning, trying to fall back to sleep but finding it nigh impossible with my coughing, stuffiness, headaches, and body aches. Then, around 4am, Anikka’s own coughing, stuffiness, headaches, and body aches woke her up, crying, for the next hour. Around 5 we brought her into our bed and I started getting ready for work.
Yes, work. I’m there today. At work. Because, for some stupid reason, I feel an obligation to actually be in the office, earning my pay. And since I was off Monday for the Seattle trip, called in sick yesterday, and have to leave early tomorrow, well, let’s just say I’m not going to win any Perfect Attendance awards this month.
About leaving early tomorrow… Anikka and I have a date. We’re going to see Go, Dog. Go! at the Northwest Children’s Theater and School. Silja took her to see it last week, and Ani had so much fun that Silja suggested I take her another time. I’m soooo looking forward to seeing my little princess smiling and laughing and clapping at the show, but…
We’re still sick. I’ll tough through it, but if Ani’s still miserable I don’t know that I dare take her out. Knowing that stubborn little monkey, though, I don’t think she’d miss it for the world. She’s been talking about “seeing the doggies with Daddy” since the curtain dropped last week.
So that’s it.
Oh, not quite.
I have to tell you all how lucky I am to be married to Silja, and not just because she took care of me all day yesterday (and will probably have to play nurse to Ani all day today). She’s smart, beautiful, funny, and she puts up with all my crap. Here’s hoping she never figures out how much better she can do. I love you, honey.
