What happened to tag....?

Between head wounds and broken toes, I've neglected you dear blog readers. If it's an consolation I am also finally recovering from a week long bout of acute bronchitis.

I had called in sick with a fever last Monday. On Mondays my wife has to be at work for 7 AM and I have to be at work for 6 AM. Since she starts later than me she drops the boy off with the baby sitter.

She hates this. She never leaves the house early enough and always ends up being like 5 minutes late for work.

When I called in sick she looked at it like a gift from God. She tells me that the roads are really bad and she is running late so she is going to leave the boy with me.

We still have to pay the babysitter. We're not saving money by not dropping him off. I can barely walk and barely talk and just really need to sleep so it makes perfect sense to leave a two and a half year old with me right?

If she had taken him that day I would have been able to sleep most of the day and just let my antibiotics do what they were supposed to. Instead I was up at 7 am and watching Bob the Builder and picking up pieces of my lungs as I made sure the boy didn't set fire to the house. I had to miss 3 days of work when I probably could have been good to go with that one day of rest.

Marriage...it's a partnership as long as your wife is happy!!

Back to the topic at hand though. A few weeks ago I took the boy and the dog to the park for some soccer.

We loves us some soccer in the Pavao house, that and Weezer.

So the deal is the boy and I play soccer with the dog for a bit and tire him out, then the boy hits the swings and the slides.

It works for us.


Well we cut this trip a bit short. As we are playing soccer there are some girls about 10-12 years old playing in the playground area. They look like they are playing tag but with a twist. Everytime someone is tagged as "it" the tagger yells "Now you're the black girl!!"

What

the

fuck?

You are now the black girl? Once someone is the black girl they run away from her because no one wants to be the black girl?

I don't live in a white neighborhood. There are hispanic and asian kids always playing at the park. There are black kids too and these girls weren't white.

I've never heard anything like that in my life, especially from kids that young.

We just finished up our game of soccer and went home. The boy was tired so I got to play some Dead Rising (I love me some zombies) on my xbox.

Toe Ties and Staples.....

Wednesday was my birthday and it sucked.

It was fine until I broke my toe. I was reading a book and my wife mentioned that my son needed a diaper change. I said I would do it, but I just wanted to finish the page I was on. My wife gets up and heads to go upstairs.

This drives me nuts. If I don't move fast enough for her she gets up to do it herself. In this case she couldn't wait the 20 seconds for me to finish my page.

So I see this and rush up. Doing this causes me to slam my toe against my wrought iron and stone coffee table.

It hurt. I limped upstairs and changed the boy.

The boy is running around so of course my wife decides to give him some chocolate. He takes a huge bite of it, walks to my leather couch and spits out half eaten chocolate.

This can't end well.

I am on the phone with my dad who is wishing me a happy birthday and my wife is in the bathroom with my son. She doesn't point his head at the toilet. She points it at the side of it.

He pukes all over the side of and behind my toilet.

The wife tells me to get off the phone to help. She says that "I can't deal with this puke, can you?"

So lets recap.

Messed up toe.

It's my birthday.

Scrubbing puke off of a toilet.

Suffice it to say I went to bed early.

The next day I am limping fairly badly. I am at work and have to look at one of the servers in the lab.

The server is on the bottom of the rack so I had to kneel down to look at it. I got up awkwardly because of the bad foot and hit my head.

I didn't just hit it, I felt whatever I hit dig into my skull.

I get up and feel my head.

I sure am bleeding a lot suddenly.

It is about 10 am. 31 has not been a good year for me and I am about 32 hours into that year.

I go to the bathroom and get a wet towel to try to stop the bleeding. Eventually my head clots up but my boss forces me to go to the ER.

Apparently a head wound isn't that serious for the ER so I get to wait for almost 3 hours before they take me.

I get a needle to my head to numb it up (This hurt worse than hitting my head), and then I get 4 staples in my head.

The staples hurt like a mofo. It really felt like I hadn't even been numbed up. The docter decided to look at my foot since I was already being examined and tells me I broke my big toe. She tapes it up.

Life rules.

By the time I get out of the ER I have to get my son. We come home and I just sit and relax. I called into work the next day because lets face it, I'd probably get shot in the arm with the way my luck was going.

It is now Monday and my head still hurts because I forget there are staples in it and I accidentally touch them when my head gets itchy.

Yea not as much fun as my 21st.