Another week down as a single working dad and I'm still alive to tell the tale. How do real single parents manage to do this for real? Are there single parent bloggers out there? Cause I think I only had my computer on twice this entire week. I did keep my camera with me though.
Mother's Day. Supreme Leader is stuck with hospital food so we decided to show our appreciation with a BBQ brisket sandwich bigger than the child she's carrying. Total win.
The boys didn't care about the sandwiches as much as the desert. Notice Connor in the background? He's methodical. Careful bites so he doesn't get messy. Liam on the other hand would happily dislocate his own jaw if it meant he could shove that whole damn thing in his mouth.
My best friends. After feeling like hell for a whole week I finally decided to listen to my wife and go see the doctor. Well, after I started coughing up blood, anyway. Turns out I had strep throat. Nice. Nothing like starting out your day thinking you've either got tuberculosis or ebola.
Of course, this also means that the sickness Connor had a few weeks back was most likely strep as well. Nice catch walk-in clinic. The kids are never allowed to get sick on the weekend again.
I've paid so much in parking at Women's Hospital in the past two weeks that I should legally own a stall by now.
Might be time to catch up on things around the house. Effing grass, I'm thinking for going biblical on it and salting the whole damn thing.
Supreme Leader had another ultrasound yesterday and tomorrow she has another assessment, so maybe, just maybe she'll be home for the weekend. I hope so, because aside from really missing her, I don't think I can go through another week of trying to keep the boys quiet in the pre-natal ward without breaking.