Happy Father's Day

Indeed it was. And then, when it wasn't Father's Day, it wasn't.

We started out by going to brunch at the local brewpub, Magnolia, with Karen & Walt. Then they all took the kids to the playground while I went to the pharmacy to pick up some medication, since I'm having one of the worst Arthritis flare-ups I've ever had during this last week. It was certainly a beautiful moment that I will always cherish with pride when, all alone on Father's Day, I sat in the car in the parking lot outside the pharmacy knocking back my meds with a huge jug o' beer that we had just procured from the brewery.

In any case, it was worth it, as I am still hobbled, but the pain is much reduced today.

After that touching moment, we took the kids home, and Walt and I met up with Chops and Russ at Toronado for some old school , kid-free beer drinking. In the middle of the afternoon, no less!! It's the kind of thing that I don't dare to even dream about doing any more, so it was truly beyond my wildest dreams.

We drank and watched Tiger be Tiger as he forced a playoff on the last hole, then hopped in a cab for the four block journey home in order to catch the Laker game. Which, miraculously, they won, living to see another day.

We watched bit of post game commentary, I caught the second half of an episode of Rome, which I had been watching a couple of days ago. All in all, a quite happy day. Thank you, thank you, thank you to Natasha for making it that way.

Oh, right, and then it wasn't Father's day any more. Ruby woke up shortly after midnight, got up from her bed and crawled into ours. Which happens about half the nights at some point, so it's no big deal. Even though I miss the space, I actually do like waking up with her, so I don't really mind that much.

What I do mind, though, is being thrown up upon at 2am, which is what she did. And it wasn't just a tiny bit of some fairly innocuous spit up type thing, which has happened before. This was a huge amount of exceedingly foul and chunky vomit spewed all over both of us. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, and sadly, she didn't understand it enough to turn over, so she continued to lay on her back until I picked her up and turned her on her side, but we both had it all over us by that point. I am actually gagging a bit as I write this, and was o-so-close to adding to the fun last night.

Thankfully, Natasha sprang into full on Mother-protector mode, whisking her into the bathroom, scooping up all of the bedding, and then giving her a middle of the night bath, which was unfortunately necessary mostly because of the stench of her hair (not to mention the clearly visible chunks hanging there sadly). It could have also been worse, but thankfully, the Good Little Boy went right back to sleep once he was unceremoniously dumped on the couch. And Ruby was surprisingly unfazed once she was stripped down and had a bit of water.

So, it was a rude welcome back to the regular life of days that are not Father's Day. Oh, well. I suppose I can't complain, since I actually got a Father's Day, while Natasha is still waiting for her Mother's Day. It's scheduled for this weekend, provided my body doesn't completely breakdown yet again in some unforeseen fashion...