this morning #1353.

this morning, after i’d been circling the streets in search of a parking space for at least a half hour, our nanny called. said she was so sorry. said she’s under the weather & just can’t make it in today. i told her that i understood. truth is, our daughter’s a friggin’ germ factory. she’s likely the one who gave our nanny whatever it is that she has. i asked her to keep us updated. wished her good health. hung up & called the office to tell them i wasn’t coming in. headed home to relieve my wife. part of me was thankful that i didn’t have to keep looking for parking. another part was bummed that my parenting break was short-lived. yet another was psyched about eating a gummy & playing with slime.