Wanderlust

Warning: Reader discretion advised

If I told you Owen was sick again with another cold, would you believe me? Thankfully we still have the industrialized snot sucker. That thing will never go out of style.

Yesterday the lovely woman who has been providing care for the O since I began working gave us her resignation, effective next week. For all sorts of mysterious reasons, she'll be unable to watch the gooey monster. And so here we are again. Up the creek without a paddle.

My sister has agreed to fly in and save our asses for the next three weeks. This is monumentally nice of her. And then my ever patient and understanding boss, who should be nominated for sainthood because I can not count how many times I have come into his office in the morning and said, "You're never going to believe this, but...", has agreed to let me begin working from home in mid/late July. This does not solve our problem however since talking on the phone all day with a eighteen month old is still not a realistic solution. And so back to the drawing board we go, conducting interviews to find at least one candidate who is willing to spend entire hours with a being that thinks cheerios are God's gift to mortals.

On a cheerier side note, there was a guy in the women's room at work yesterday. I walked in and the unmistakable order of sweaty ball sack wafted out. I was startled to see a pair of loafers and a puddle of khakis in one of the stalls. I ran back to cubicle town and spread the word that a guy was in the woman's room. Nearly 20 minutes later, someone else ventured back from the restroom to report that he was STILL in there. This caused wide spread gawking and for the next several minutes the door to the bathroom was like one of those swinging western saloon doors. I don't when he finally emerged and disappeared, unscathed into the darkness. But I swear if I ever see those loafers and slacks again, I'll recognize them.