That's Not Funny
I'd already had a rough day. I was feeling anti-social but couldn't turn away our friends for game night since I'd done that already, several times. A dozen is several, right? They'd be hurt if I turned them away yet again. On top of that, Lois, my 19 month old adorable little girl, was sick. I'd been just grumpy all day and wanted nothing more than to sit in a chair and grump while playing online or maybe working around the house.
Game night was over, now. It had gone about as I expected with the mood I had been in and I was feeling even more annoyed at the world around me. All I wanted was to go to bed, sleep until the next morning, and start a new day fresh and maybe in a good mood.
Lois cried. She sneezed. She coughed. She was miserable. The poor girl couldn't breathe well and she was miserable. She made sure we knew it. All night. All. Night.
It was about three in the morning. My amazing Laura, the woman I love, had gotten up several times in the night in place of me, knowing I had had a miserable day and trying to make my night better. I got up too because it's a partnership and because I knew she needed sleep. We were both miserable. We were all miserable.
Lois was crying, coughing, and sneezing. We gave her some medicine to make her feel better. The coughing stopped after a while. The crying abated after a long while. The sneezing.
The sneezing.
At three in the morning, maybe four, I woke up to a strange sound. I listened carefully.
"Ah-choo!"
I quirked an eyebrow. Something was weird about that.
"Ah-ah-ah-choo?"
I shook my head. There was definitely a question mark on that sneeze.
"AH-CHOOOOOO!"
I looked at Laura who was also awake. We were both frustrated, tired, and miserable but we both shook our heads and started laughing. We couldn't help it.
The medicine had worked: She wasn't sneezing. She was standing at the edge of her crib nearest the door, looking out, saying "Ah-ah-ah-choo" as loud as she could, just to get our attention.
My daughter is trouble. We're in so much trouble.
Game night was over, now. It had gone about as I expected with the mood I had been in and I was feeling even more annoyed at the world around me. All I wanted was to go to bed, sleep until the next morning, and start a new day fresh and maybe in a good mood.
Lois cried. She sneezed. She coughed. She was miserable. The poor girl couldn't breathe well and she was miserable. She made sure we knew it. All night. All. Night.
It was about three in the morning. My amazing Laura, the woman I love, had gotten up several times in the night in place of me, knowing I had had a miserable day and trying to make my night better. I got up too because it's a partnership and because I knew she needed sleep. We were both miserable. We were all miserable.
Lois was crying, coughing, and sneezing. We gave her some medicine to make her feel better. The coughing stopped after a while. The crying abated after a long while. The sneezing.
The sneezing.
At three in the morning, maybe four, I woke up to a strange sound. I listened carefully.
"Ah-choo!"
I quirked an eyebrow. Something was weird about that.
"Ah-ah-ah-choo?"
I shook my head. There was definitely a question mark on that sneeze.
"AH-CHOOOOOO!"
I looked at Laura who was also awake. We were both frustrated, tired, and miserable but we both shook our heads and started laughing. We couldn't help it.
The medicine had worked: She wasn't sneezing. She was standing at the edge of her crib nearest the door, looking out, saying "Ah-ah-ah-choo" as loud as she could, just to get our attention.
My daughter is trouble. We're in so much trouble.