Ah, Saturday. The end of the work week. The beginning of the weekend. My day to sleep in. After waking up early all week long to get up and write before work, even on the mornings when my wife tries to convince me to sleep in, I'm relieved when the weekend comes, the cycle hums, ready to race to you....wait, that's the theme song from Happy Days. Must be cautious not to Jump the Shark so quickly.
My goal is to sleep in until my body wakes up AND I am ready to get out of bed. Well, my body woke up at about 7:30, but I looked at my clock and said no f-ing way and went back to sleep.
"Vic's puking!" Max shouted as he ran into our room at 7:56.
Being a parent can bring you great joy, and children can be a tremendous blessing. But as the old saying goes, every silver lining conceals a thunderstorm of vomit (or something like that).
Luckily, Max (7) helped Vic (4) to the bathroom, so there was no mess to clean up.
Now, on with my Saturday...