I love my dad...for lots of reasons. Not just cause he bails me out. But, he seriously does bail me out!
Sunday night I was basically giddy excited that I had two work days left until the end of tax season. This year had a little bit of an exciting start for me...and with all the check ups for my toe and hip, and the occasional sick kid...there were times I felt like I really let my employer down.
But I'd made it! 2 days. 16 hours.
And at a bout 3:30 am Monday morning I heard the sound NO mom EVER wants to hear. The sound of puke hitting the floor.
Seriously, so close! Normally I love to be the ones to stay with sick kids...but, like I said, its been a fun year. So I called in a favor to my dad. Would you keep my puking kiddo? And since you have him, can you keep Landri too?
I went to work and called for updates about once an hour. About 1 o'clock I got the call from school no mom wants to hear: Kolbe tripped, they think he's broke his arm.
Its busy season at Nate's work...he's slammed...and short handed. So I called him and he took Kolbe to the local docs, who needed x-rays...in Choteau. Nate could do it, but I could see it made it difficult for him.
"Dad, how much do you really love me today?" He sighed..."What now?" He laughed when I told him.
Dad left Eli resting on the couch...and hauled Lu to Choteau to bring Kolbe for x-rays. I met them there...then sent them back home. Lu fell asleep in dad's car.
When he returned Lu to me later that night she was sporting his shirt (which she hasn't taken off-super cute). I asked why and she just blurted out, "oh, Papa let me sleep in his car and I peed on his seat."
Yikes. I think I may owe him a bit for that day's service. He can add it to my tab :)
I do love him...and I'm happy to report yesterday, the last day of tax season, was utterly boring!
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