Sick Day. Work Day. Sick Day.


My Evil Spawn missed 3 days of school this week. Thermometers Have Come a Long Way.

Much to our surprise she wasn’t suspended.  Just sick. 

Maybe the suspension will come later.  Or maybe she will just be incredibly sneaky and not get caught.  Either way, any chance of her having perfect attendance is gone.

Someone will undoubtedly email me to let me know that I’m way too negative when I blog about my Evil Spawn/daughter (odds are the email will be long, angry, hate-filled, use abusive language, and question my ability to parent… and it’s 50/50 that it will be from her mother).

I’m not negative.  I’m a realist.

While she is a very good little girl (even though she thinks she’s 37 and my boss), there is no doubt in my mind that she will have some ups and downs as she makes her way through what will no doubt be several school systems (some she may leave… some she may be asked to leave…).

I’m the exact opposite of those parents who think their kids will never do anything wrong.

My job is not to make excuses for her.  It’s to help prepare her to deal with the mistakes (and trust me, they are coming… between the ages of 12-18… in bunches).

At least for this week, no suspension.  Just sick.

Much to our surprise she didn’t have the Swine Flu.  Not that we would know because we are way too cheap to shell out the cash to have her tested for H1N1.

So we just decided it wasn’t the Pig Disease (really no different than people deciding they have it…).

She had a sore throat, headache, high temperature, and was really lazy.  Although it’s hard to tell if the lazy thing was part of the illness or just regular behavior.

Since she didn’t feel well, it meant one of us had to stay with her.  Evidently, the government has some sort of rule that says little girls can’t stay at home by themselves and watch 72 straight hours of Nickelodeon unless they are accompanied by an adult.

This makes no sense to me, but neither did all of the financial bailouts.

We have a system at our house in which we take turns staying home on the spawn’s sick days.

Since I lost the coin flip, I got days 1 and 3.  My wife got day 2.

I learned a lot during my 48 hour stretch in sick prison.

One Regis Philbin has dyed his hair a disturbing color of dark brown.  This would have been appropriate about 60 years ago (when he was 18).

Secondly, thermometers have come a long way.  I had no idea the ones with batteries were so easy to us.

When I was a kid, my mom stuck a cold glass tube that was filled with mercury in my mouth.  I then had to hold it under my tongue (while gagging) for 37 straight minutes.

That’s if I was lucky.

If I wasn’t lucky she stuck it someplace besides my mouth.

I would blog about these incidents, but I’ve done my best to suppress most of those memories.

In today’s world of technology, kids can take their own temperature.  Which mine did about every 8 minutes (during each and every commercial break).

While her temperature went up and down, she wasn’t sick sick.  I was very thankful for that.

I want to be a good dad, but I’m not overly interested in the throwing up process.

Evil Spawn calls this “spilling”.

The very first time she got sick (at the age of 2… or 7… if you need to know the exact time line you will have to ask her mom… I’m just the dad), she was so apologetic for “spilling” and making a mess on the floor.

And on her pajamas.

And the couch.

And the windows.

And the ceiling.

You have probably figured out why I’m not a big fan of the “sick” sick.

The third and last thing I learned was even when you aren’t at work, you are still at work.

While technology has made thermometers better, it hasn’t improved some other parts of my life.  Like making things simpler.  I thought the ability to access information, email, and be in constant contact was supposed to help.

It doesn’t.

A sick day used to mean I was totally cut off from the world for a day (or in this case, two days).

There was something peaceful about that.  It made you slow down.  And rest. 

And enjoy the Price is Right uninterrupted.

It today’s world, you just keep going.

And going.

And going.

It’s almost like there isn’t time to be sick.

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Can Kids Be Too Busy?


Can They Be Too Busy?  Or Does It Keep Them Out of Trouble?My wife said she had a dream last night. The good news was it was about me (I am pretty sure she doesn’t tell me about her “other” dreams).

The bad news is she said I was old in the dream. Really old. Like age-spots on my big forehead old.

I wonder if I was wearing my pants really high in the dream. I don’t care what anyone says, that it a good look.

Anyway, I had only one thought when she told me about the dream.

No kidding.

I think she missed her calling. She should have been a detective.

I guess she has been staring at her laptop and SMARTBoard for so long that she hadn’t noticed that I AM old.

I would like to point out that since I met her she has aged the same number of years, but since I still can’t cook, I will keep that information to myself.

This did get me to thinking.

Another year is almost gone. While I have mentioned this before, I am still amazed by how quickly the years are flying.

The calendar year flies…as does the school year…summer vacation…and most of all, the weekends.

As we head towards the end of the year, I am faced with the fact that my daughter is also getting older.

While she is 7, she maintains a social calendar of a 20 year old (except for the parties, tattoos, and piercings… knock on wood… seriously, everyone reading this knock on wood).

She doesn’t have much time for me.

If I want her to clean her room, I have to contact someone she likes to call “her people”.

It used to be that I only needed to ask her 30 seconds before I left the house if she wanted to tag along with me. Every trip was fun for her. Games, trips to the gas station, or going to the store.

Now when I ask, she says “I need to check my schedule.”

In the last year she has played on 3 soccer teams, a softball team, participated in Girl Scouts, started piano lessons, taken 3 vacations, gone to science camp, learned to swim, played golf, watched about 18,000 hours of Nickelodeon, read roughly 100 books, attended a dozen sleepovers, and joined a choir which practices once a week.

Last night she barely had time to teach me how to use my new Blackberry Storm.

And oh yea. She goes to school.

Which means there is homework at least 4 nights a week.

Sometimes I wonder if she is too busy. I am torn between encouraging her to participate in everything that interests her and making her slow down.

I have always felt like kids who keep busy, don’t have time to get in trouble.

But I also don’t want her to look back on her childhood and feel like she didn’t have any free time for herself.

I’m torn.

I’ve also thought that my job isn’t being a school administrator, but it is giving her as many opportunities as I can so she can be successful.

When she is older.

And I am actually really old (again, knocking on wood is appropriate).

But is it possible that she can be too busy?

Or that I won’t look good in high water polyester pants hiked up to my nipples?

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