The last week has been rough. Baby Cash has a cold, is cutting three teeth - two of them molars, has a horrible skin rash, and has an ear infection. While we do our best to keep him comfortable, he still cries a lot and is up most of the night.
There is no rest in this house.
Or that's what I thought.
Chris is like most men. He takes his time in the restroom. I've become accustomed to 5, 10 minutes tops, especially if he has a handyman magazine, but his trips this week have seemed a bit longer.
I thought it was me. When you are miserable, everything seems to take longer. But then I saw him slipping his cell phone into his pocket on the way down the hall. "Got to go take care of business!" he said as the bathroom door shut and the lock clicked.
5 minutes ticked by.
Cash moaned as I placed a cool towel on his back.
"Are you OK?" I yelled to the door.
"Huh? Oh. Yup." he said.
Suspicious, I picked up my phone, clicked open a page then yelled, "ARE YOU UPDATING YOUR FACEBOOK STATUS!!!???!!"
I imagined him laying in the empty tub, inflatable pillow under his head as he set a new record on Angry Birds and 'liked' photos of far away places.
I paused and remembered, poor guy works two jobs then comes home to help with a sick kid. He deserves a break now and then.
So I'll keep my mouth shut... but all bets are off if he gets more stars than me on the new Angry Birds Seasons - Back to School Edition.