An Un-Perfect Day

 

       It naturally follows that after a wonderful perfect day, comes an un-perfect day, it's like a law of nature or something. Joe's day off from work turned into another day home because he came down with a cold, which in turn means there's a mess of tissues and cups surrounding him on the couch. Now I am not some kind of monster, who would ignore her loved one while he lies in feverish misery, but this could not have come at a worse time.  I am working on a major project at work, and had several teleconferences scheduled throughout the day. I work from home, and while that makes things a little easier with Gabe, I do still need a modicum of peace and quiet to get some work done.

       Even though Joe is sick and laying prone on the couch, when Gabe and him get together the noise level rises to 100, and loud crashes and bangs ensue. So this is what you could hear in the background while I virtually attended meetings at work:

"Baby...I need OJ please!"

"I'LL GET IT DADDY!!"  Followed by the crash of juice spilling everywhere when Gabe tried to pour it into a cup.

"Mum, daddy sick need happy birthday cake now".  I completely ignore this request, which to Gabe suggests that he must get the cake on his own. He accomplishes this by reaching in and grabbing a handful of chocolate cake and taking it, dripping chocolate the whole way, to daddy.

"Look Daddy tricks!" Followed by a giant crash, but since I heard no cries I didn't get up to investigate.

"I NEED TISSUES AND CHICKEN SOUP PLEASE". Shortly followed by, "I'm still hungry, can you make steak babe?"

"Mommy, love daddy make steak please. Or how about cookies mommy?"

       My entire day revolved around cooking some kind of a snack or other every hour, and cleaning up a giant mess. I love my family like crazy, but today I just wanted to run way. I couldn't get any work done, and had to sign out of an important meeting because the noise level and insanity had become unbearable. I almost lost my shit, but instead opted to leave for 40 minutes and head to the gym to work out the frustration. Then I came home and baked cookies. Now its almost 8PM, Gabe is fast asleep, Joe has fallen into a cookie coma, and I get to relax with a glass of wine and all the episodes of  Warehouse 13 I want to watch. And the cookies, lets not forget the cookies.