I'm Alive...If You Call This Living
Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.
And by the way, cause you know I love to teach y'all a thing or two, did you know that is NOT the exact quote of Mark Twain? And SingleDad will appreciate this, as he is the Batman villain known as The Quotester, but that Twain quote is so often mis-quoted it is SICK.
The ACTUAL quote is this. Check out the original note.
'The report of my illness grew out of his illness. The report of my death was an exaggeration.'
There is a whole back history to the tale, which I won't bore you with, but suffice it to say that I have been sick all week, and now, this week, we'll see if I have time to write as well. Because even as I have the lingering, snotty effects of whatever this shit has been that has ailed me still nipping at my soul, I also have another issue to contend with.
Bennett has Spring Break.
Which means it is neither a break nor Spring for Yours Truly.
There is SOME relief, in 2-3 hours each day of a part-time HHA who will be coming by to help during the peak of the day, but other than that it will be me and The Kid by ourselves. Jen can't really hang back and work from home like she did most of last week, since that backed her up as I was no help at all watching Bennett because I was operating at about 40%.
Since I am up to about 85% now, I can handle things on my own. Or I'll at least try to.
Gonna be a wild one, though, just with no chicks taking off their tops and beer being sprayed everywhere. I suppose me and Bennett could try playing Quarters with Chocolate Milk or something...but he'd just spin the Quarter and I'd end up drunk on Chocolate Milk.