Monday, May 21, 2001

This is not easy to keep doing every day. The major problem is turning my home machine on every day. I’ll try and recap the last few days. Wednesday night Liza and I went to the U2 concert with friends (as mentioned earlier but I just let it hang with nothing said). Awesome time, skybox tickets, great show, too much liquor, perfect evening. Thursday night Max was so sick that Liza stayed home from work to take him to the doctor. [Ear infection, sore throat, 2 molars coming in, unrelenting fever.] Not much sleep for anyone, but Friday he seemed to be better. I had a work banquet in the evening and by the time I got home it was my shift with sickly. I slept about 2 hours and then our regular Saturday started at 06:00. Saturday sucked. Between the vomit and the runs I didn’t feel equipped to handle the outing to Katie’s game so the coach drove her. Luckily Sam & Julie were on a niece and nephew-athon and stopped by to watch the game. I didn’t feel bad because Katie and I were going to the Chicago Fire game that night for one of her friend’s birthday parties. The game wasn’t as bad as anticipated and we actually managed to have fun. Home by 11:30 just in time for the little one to arise from his slumber. 2 hours later I woke up with my arm asleep stuck through the slats in his crib where I had been rubbing his back. I pulled the useless piece of meat free with my good arm and stumbled off to bed. Luckily, Liza didn’t have to be at work until 07:00 so I had enough time at six to quick run to the store. I’m still moving around in a fog. More when my head clears. 12:00:00 AM    says you