It’s that time of year again. The time when my wife abandons me and takes one of the kids off to Vermont for a almost a week to visit some relatives, thus leaving me with the rest of the clan.
There’s a new twist this year. 2 of the 3 castaways she left behind have some sort of illness. This wouldn’t be so bad, except the one that’s most sick is the littlest.
Some people think Men get grumpy and hard to handle when they are sick, well they haven’t met Maria.
Michael and Maggie are of the age that I can leave them alone now for a few hours while I go to work and wait for Grandma to show up and baby sit for them for the rest of the day. Again this wouldn’t be a problem if there wasn’t this illness in the picture. As it stands now, if Maria were to wake up and I weren’t home, I’d expect here life expectancy would probably be around 20 minutes. That’s probably about as long as Michael and perhaps even Maggie could stand. Actually it will be a team effort to pull through this week or for how ever long this thing hangs around.
So far Maggie and I are not sick, though I kinda felt this funky feeling in my throat this morning which I didn’t like. Let’s hope I too don’t get what they got.
In any event we’ll find some ways to have some fun. The kind of fun that Mom doesn’t allow ? cause after all, she’s not home so she’s not the boss of us.
I’m thinking Maria is old enough for her own Tater Cannon now. There’s no better way to get rid of stray cats or Jehovah’s witnesses.
Maybe we’ll start on that electric fence we’ve been talking about. If I start at the driveway and turn it on, there’s little mom can do about it when she gets home. Or maybe we’ll get rid of the chickens.
More later, I’ve got some planning to do.
