My children are going for some kind of world record.
It has been ten weeks since I last worked a full week. TEN WEEKS!!
If I wasn’t self-employed I’d be thinking about firing my sorry behind for never showing up to work.
Yesterday afternoon The Rooster decided to spike a 102 degree fever which means she was … KICKED OUT OF DAYCARE!
(Mind you, not a single symptom since that spike, but I’m not BITTER or anything.)
This morning I had to drop The Mayor off at daycare, leave him there and take Roo back home with me. This doesn’t usually go well. The Mayor is not a big fan of being left behind.
But lo! This morning I was saved by my people. Oh, the good people of Ireland!
The daycare teacher was playing Irish fiddle music and I could not help myself.
My arms fused to my sides, I hopped on one foot and then the other, my legs kicked out in a herky jerky way and all the while I spun in circles like a drunken leprechaun.
Soon there was a swarm of two and three year olds surrounding me.
“Hold your arms against your sides!” I cried. “Our people don’t move their arms when they dance!”
There was a mass of toddlers performing a great, armless hopping and kicking tribute to my people.
Toddlers turned in endless circles and I snuck away leaving the short ones to their jiggety jigging.
The Blessed Irish.