Eh.

I've said it here before and I'll continue to say it. I love being a father. That being said, I feel the need to unload something.

Wife and I had a weekend away planned this weekend. It was her high school reunion and we were going to travel to her hometown, stay a night or two, meet her old friends and see where she used to live. I even took a vacation day on Friday, so we could travel early and see the small town she came from. She wouldn't think much of the place, but it was a chance for me to see this part of her life I've never been able to experience.

Then Pea (the girl) got sick. I feel terrible that she got sick, I really do, but why is it that these sicknesses happen on weekends like this? It's not like we get to spent these types of weekends alone together very often. I can't count the number of weekends that we've sat around with really nothing to do and Pea is healthy. But the one weekend we had something planned, spent money already on a hotel and tickets to the reunion, she chooses to get 102 degree temperature for three days prior.

I don't mean to sound childish, but I'm really disappointed and so is Wife. She just went out to get her oil changed and confessed to being a little sad about not being able to go. Hell, I'm a little sad and it's not even my reunion!

The last time this happened it was a wedding of a 'friend'. Both kids started getting sick earlier in the week and I called the bride (Friend) to tell her. Left a message. Long story, but it ended badly and that friend is not longer speaking to us. That weekend, by the way, we had to start both children on a nebulizer and watch them throw up with 102 degree temps. A part of me is sad about losing a friend over this, but truly these are my children and my family. These people obviously don't understand that. I hope that they do some day and that they realize what they've done...over a single day.

This situation is different, but I'm still pissed about it. Not at the kids, of course, but at Fate. Yes, Fate, I'm pissed at YOU. I know that a more spiritual person would say "it was meant to be", but in the mood I'm in my response would likely be "blow it out your ass".

I needed a break from life and it has been stolen from me.

And I'm grouchy.

And stuff.