A week without a wife - Report / Day 2, 3 & 4
Tuesday - January, 14, 2010
Project - Week without a wife
Status: Day 2, 3 & 4 complete
Summary: This project and subsequent report are the result of my wife's 'spur of the moment' (work related - planned in advance), throw caution to the wind (didn't want to be gone this long) trip to Boston for drinks, food and all around fun (work). As a result, I find myself a temporary single dad who is balancing the responsibilities of the house, work (I work from home) and my daughter.
Report - Day 4: Hello. Well, its day 4 and I'm alive and, according to the nice policeman that just left our house, still living with NOT having been 'officially' arrested ever in my adult life. The last few days have been a blur. The kind of blur that can only be compared to a trip down to Tijuana with that sketchy guy who just moved in next door and he asks if you smoke and then you realize what he means while you're driving down the highway. Only to wake up in the car on the way back home with a tattoo that on your arm that says 'Kill em' all, let God sort them out!', a black eye, two different shoes on (neither one of them yours to start with) and a foggy memory of a girl named Rosita. I'm just saying - its not like I did this (Summer 1995). Jake, if you're reading this - Good Times! But, please respect the restraining order :)
My Day 1 report was very popular. And, as it turns out, there are many of you who were concerned for me even though I stressed at the end that I was JUST fine. While my attorney has expressed strong opinions on whether or not I should talk about Days 2 & 3, I'll just say that I appreciate the person who thought it was wise to refer "Wild Selective Smervices" over to my house (obviously not the real agency - changed to protect its identity). Yes, I'm sure you thought you were being helpful dear stranger (Mom), but it turns out that my explanation that we were JUST fine turned out to be true.
UNFORTUNATELY, Day 2 turned into Day 3 because the 'mystery' agency happened to stop by during bath time. My bath time. And, without getting too graphic, I like to air dry. And, so I ask you (and had to explain this to them), is it my fault that we have a glass front door? NO, it is not - we're renting. But, as I said when we moved in, glass be damned, I'm helping the environment (really, I promise).
So, the nice people who stopped by with Officer Johnson left us and boy have we had a great time since then. We went for a walk this afternoon. Strangely enough, our neighbors didn't say hello and one lady made a strange, yet hurtful, jesture in our direction. Well, I can't help if we disturbed their peaceful little neighborhood. We live here too!
I'm rambling, but suffice it to say, we're doing well. Still alive and kicking and our food situation was greatly helped by all the nice people who were at the house during Days 2 & 3. I suspect we may have enough leftovers for Days 5 & 6 if we play our cards right.
Ok, its bath time. NOT mine!!! Put the phones down - its time to bathe the human tornado. Again, thank you for your concern and support :)
Disclaimer: Days 2 & 3 were not spent with a certain state agency - at least that's the story I'm sticking to :) Cheers to all.
