As a parent, I knew I would have to make sacrifices to accomodate this life I helped bring in to this world. Knowing is not the same as life. I say this because Edison’s well check turned into a sick visit with the onset of a 100.4 degree fever yesterday. What was to be an immunization-recovery day quickly turned into a full-blown Pediatric ER day. All tests came out clean. That was a 5 hour ordeal. Not to mention the poor old lady I decided to help in the parking lot – her push-button-ignitian nissan sentra rental had died on her. Long story short: there went a day of my weekend. I could not have dreamed that up if I wanted to. I can’t help but feel my weekends are not my own anymore.
However, the nights are still mine. I got some work done the past few late nights. I guess when you’re told your kid is going to need a spinal tap (which he didn’t need and didn’t get) it kind of throws a wrench in anyones plan. I’m just glad he’s well today. Such are the stresses of parenthood.
