Birthday present from my mom: a ticket to see Bono and the boys with the girls! U2 rocked for over 2 1/2 hours which was the same amount of time it took for us to find our car afterward. Kind of our own version of “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” Wish I had a video of my Auntie Annie (person, not the pretzel) petting the police horse’s head while asking the officer where we parked. I pretended to not know her.
I set up a Hillbilly Heaven on the front lawn for the kids and their buddies: baby pool, Slip & Slide, chalk, bubbles and squirt guns. This is how they chose to entertain themselves:
We were in the dark for eight hours. (We were lucky — many folks in the Chicago area have been without power for 4 – 5 days.)
I found a condom on our welcome mat (after the mailman had to step over it):
Tom and I celebrated 15 years of wedded bliss. The kids and their sitter decorated the house, made really cute signs, bought flowers, baked a cake and whipped balloons at my head when I came home from work. Super sweet:
It’s rare parenting moments like this when I think I must be doing something right:
The Anniversary Glow quickly faded when I asked Tom to put the ironing board away (which was basically serving as an end table in the basement) and came home to this:
Tom decided (again) to test out that whole “in sickness and in health” vow. He calls from work: “I think I have kidney stones again. My nuts and back hurt. I’m on my way home.”
When I picked him up from the train, he could barely walk. The pain was getting worse and he was extremely angry about the prospect of having another kidney stone ordeal. So we drive out the new ER for some tests, IVs, plastic gloves and a little fondling. The good news is that the results came back negative for stones. Maybe he has some kind of strain. The bad news, well, if you haven’t figured out our life story by now, is that the other shoe will drop at the most inopportune time.
“Maybe my pants were on too tight,” Tom self-diagnoses.
Like father, like son.
The last time I brought Junior to the doc for horrible stomach pain, we were told to buckle down for the flu. A few hours later, the kid dropped his drawers, announced that his pants were too tight and was healed.
Where the hell can I buy men’s and children’s Sansabelts?
What have you been up to the past 10 days?