Kissing a Chipmunk

Sometimes you just gotta step up and be a man. Yesterday my wife had to have emergency oral surgery. No, that doesn’t mean she was altered to service me. It means she had an old root canal that got infected and had to have it fixed right away. Apparently it was pretty messed up and she was in a lot of pain. Having never been to a dentist in our new home yet, it was problematic.

She managed it though. She is still in a lot of pain and looks a little funny, but she is better. She looks a little like she is storing a pretty good sized walnut on one side of her mouth. Being me, I find it difficult to not make fun of her. I make fun of everything in almost every situation. I try to hold back, but it is hard. I know she is pain and not in the mood for me, but sometimes I can’t control myself. For her not redirecting her immense pain into the urge to kill me, I thank her.

I do find ways to make up for my verbal mishaps. I have to take charge of everything going on in the house. That means cleaning, feeding and most all, the kids. This is no easy task considering we have an extremely mobile 11 month old boy and a very stubborn three year old girl. You never realize how much they can test you until you are all alone with them, regardless of your barely conscious chipmunk life partner crashed on the couch. She is there and in and out, but can’t is pretty much useless (just right then, not usually!).

Nothing wrong with this though. It is these times that you relearn what being a good husband and father are all about. Stepping up when you have to. Not meaning to toot my own horn here. I didn’t want to do anything more that sit on the couch and watch TV or be on the computer. Maybe I was secretly cussing my chipmunk, but I doubt it. Not saying it was my pleasure to take the reigns, but it was what I had to do, so it was just fine with me.