My wife works nights. It's because of that little fact that I try to be out of the house as much as possible during the day. Today I'm driving home about 30 minutes before her alarm would go off and I see her driving to work, or so I thought. I reach for my cell to call and complain that she didn't even wave at me. My phone's not in the car, I must have left it at home.
When I get home and get my kid situated I grab my phone and see the three missed calls with voicemails. I listen to them and find out that one of my children is sick and needs to come home from school. I call up the school and find out that my wife is already there and picking up the kid. My wife takes the kid to the doctor and finds out that the kid has double ear infections and allergies, allergies to the point of constricting the airflow in the throat.
I'm a worrier and I feel bad enough that I didn't get the phone call to begin with. I don't know how many times I've checked on this kid during the night to make sure the breathing is okay. The joys of being a parent.
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