Question One: why do nasty virii that cause 40.5? body temperatures and pneumonia strike at 3pm on a Friday afternoon of the nicest weekend of summer, causing one’s wife to spend Friday and Saturday night in hospital? What bastard thought of that scenario? While I wouldn’t wish the symptoms on most of my enemies, I still would have thought a Tuesday in deepest winter would have been a better option. Here we are sitting inside on a lovely summer Sunday, my wife sipping Lemsip and me using the computer whilst wrangling an increasingly bored toddler. It’s more like some kind of wet winter afternoon.
Which is a nice segue into my second question: how the hell do solo parents manage? I mean it’s nigh-on impossible to go to the bathroom, let alone have a shower, with an upwardly mobile 1.25 year old in the house. My level of admiration has increased for the thousands of solo parents that manage to raise largely normal kids. I also have a newfound understanding of the ways in which a solo-parented kid could get so totally screwed up: it’s simply impossible to give kiddie the same level of attention that we can with two of us time-sharing. And that was just one weekend’s worth of solo parenting!