Liam has been feeling under the weather for the past few days. Whatever it was he had Karin and I picked up for the weekend. Pretty sure that it’s the first time that all three of us have been sick at once. It should come as no surprise though that at the first sign of the sniffles I became a much bigger baby than Liam has ever been. Adding insult to injury was the fact that I had to work all weekend and our usual night nurse is on vacation. It’s a perfect storm of exhaustion, and though Liam has been getting steadily better I fear that Karin and I won’t even start feeling better until we can get a decent amount of sleep. The couple of hours we get each night is only enough to tease the germs causing this head cold. They laugh at me when I wake up feeling like my ten gallon head is filled with 20 gallons of phlegm.
Anyway, we’ve got a nurse that trust coming in the morning and I have the day off of work for the Victory Day holiday. I’ve got half a mind to welcome the nurse, give her report, grab Karin, close the bedroom door and sleep the day away. In fact that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
And remember that even though Victory Day began as Victory Over Japan Day, according to a resolution passed in 1990 by the Rhode Island state legislature…
“Victory Day is not a day to express satisfaction in the destruction and death caused by nuclear bombs at Hiroshima and Nagasaki”
Instead its a day to express satisfaction that even though no one really wants to celebrate this “holiday” we refuse to give up a day off of work in the middle of summer.