I'm on the mend, albeit it gradual, from being seriously ill. I'm still hacking loud enough to drown out the TV and I'm bringing up what appears to be all that paste I ate in kindergarden. But I'm getting away lucky here...my wife has bronchitis, and has another 7-10 days of air-blasting the outer-most layers of skin off the walls inside her throat to look forward to. Oh, and full time twin-care to boot. So, I count my blessings and will do what it takes to help as best as possible. But sometimes, I feel like I'm living under the Calgone Curse.
Example: While on kid-duty today, returning from shopping for food, I entered the house in dire need of, well, some 'quite time' in the restroom. With that pressing need, within a 30 second span, I set the groceries on the counter, complete with frozen goods to store, I received a work related message on my iPhone needing my immediate response, the balloon my son got from Trader Joe's popped loudly in his hand, setting off a stream of tears and cries for my attention, and my bed-ridden wife started calling on the intercom/phone... all this going on while I was indisposed and unable to attend to anything other then the matter at hand.
I have moments like this all the time. It's almost comical, but as I quipped recently, the difference between something being funny or annoying if whether it's happening to you or not. So this, this is annoying. And I know why it's happening. It's happening because I scoffed at all those ridiculous Calgone ads in the 70's. Oh, cursed bubble bath, how you mock me....
