Well this has been an exciting morning
My wife wakes up not feeling too well. We had a small pregnancy scare a couple weeks ago, so anything “not normal” tends to make us both freak out a little. She toughed it out like the soldier she is and I think all is well.
But then my daughter wakes up screaming. I would too, if my diaper had exploded all inside my pajamas. Those little crystals that catch the moisture had ruptured out of the top of her diaper, and she was covered in gel crystals. I resorted to dipping her in the tub to get it all off.
A bottle later, and a little cuddling, and she was back in bed, sound as a hound in a pound.
But then I was late for work and my eight o’clock meeting. So I rush in, walk into the meeting at 8:01, no caffeine in my system, and no help in the office. The main support guy is on vacation this week (bastard), and everyone resorts to me in his stead (which is ok I guess, just a bit annoying), so I had a nice queue of work sitting on my desk after my meeting.
Still no coffee.
Fucklesticks.
Go get coffee, call my wife (still good), hear the baby squeal in the background, and get back to my desk to breathe a little.
And what do I do?
Hop on the internet.
Life is grand.
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