I have an 11-month old. Currently, he is on his 4th round of antibiotics for a persistent ear infection. If this fails, it’s time for tubes. My wife and I are worried sick. The Ogreling is absolutely miserable. His ear hurts. Nothing helps. He has a nasty cough and sinus drainage. Now, because of the antibiotics, he has severe intestinal issues. Diarrhea, vomiting, cramps, and gas. We’re trying to replace some of the flora with yogurt and culturelle, but the shit we’re pumping into him to kill the ear infection is destroying the good stuff faster than it can be replaced.
He has been alternating between a low whine, miserable crying, and outright screaming for about 3 days now. No one in the house has slept for more than a couple of hours since Friday.
So I get to work (late) this morning, after having to leave early (doctor’s visit) yesterday, unshaven, red-eyed, and barely hanging on to my temper by a thread. Seriously, I had some very, very dark thoughts about the moron who cut me off in traffic this morning.
So, to my boss, who is single and whose dog woke him up last night, so he thinks he understands: FUCK YOU.
To my office-mates, who are young, hard-partying singles, and who think they understand because they stayed out too late at their favorite bar last night: FUCK YOU.
To the needy colleague who has interrupted me no less than 4 times this morning: FUCK YOU. OK, maybe not, you’re actually OK, but GO ASK SOMEONE ELSE.
To the asshole (single, uncommitted, selfish bastard) colleague who had the temerity, after asking me what was wrong, to look me in the eye and say, “Well, you knew having a kid would be tough!”:
Well, FUCK YOU isn’t enough. Stay the fuck out of my way.