I woke today around 7:05 when my boy walked into the room and announced that I’d left my slippers in his room. I had, it was true. The room was exceedingly dark for 7:05 AM and I had an immediate sense that the day off was not going to go according to plan. Much needed rain was falling out of the sky. Why does it always seem to rain on a day stolen from the nine to five?
I’d hoped to take the boy to the park after he was done with school, but that clearly is not in the cards at this point. I’ll be picking him up in an hour and I’m not sure what the two of us will do. The rain has subsided for the most part, so maybe I’ll bite the bullet and take him to a wet park anyway. We’ll have to see what the rest of the day brings.
I suppose that when you are married with kids, you never really have a day off. Even if you aren’t at work there is always something to be done and you never really have time to yourself. That gutter on the back of the house that needs fixing, the wall that needs to be re-painted, the toilet that desperately needs cleaning – these are the things that you attend to on your days off. Or, that you should be attending to.
But, I’m not doing any of that stuff today. Even if the rain prevents me from doing all that I wanted to, and even if I’ve got the full responsibility for the boy this morning, I’m going to find a way to make the best of it. Perhaps a stop at the Donut Shack is in order? Or, maybe a trip to the City Dock.