What … A … Weekend …

My weekend started on Thursday at noon when I got a call from my wife’s cell phone. It was actually my neighbor calling from my wife’s phone, telling me Tiff slammed her finger shut in the door of her Suburban and she was bleeding pretty badly. I could hear Tiff screaming in the background. And no, my weekend didn’t get any easier from there.

My blackberry stopped working Thursday morning. Perfect day for that, because while I was speeding home to tend to my wife, I couldn’t communicate with anybody. I got her to the doctor and we found out she broke her right index finger in two places. I had to get prescriptions filled for her. But I also had to get my phone taken care of, because we were going to Tucson over the weekend and I live through that thing, communicating with the world. Of course, the phone store took forever and there was a lapse in communication between the pharmacy and the doctor, adding an hour on to my wife’s wait for much-needed painkillers.

I’ll spare you the details, but I didn’t have my phone again until Saturday. Even when I’m not working, I have to keep an eye on things, and everything flows through email. So basically being out of touch with everything from Thursday at noon until Saturday morning was a huge problem. But whatever, I moved on.

On Friday morning, I dropped Ava and Benjamin off at school and Tiff took Jack to her mom’s house. He was getting over being sick and we decided to keep him out of school for an extra day. After spending a couple of unexpected hours at an orthopedist for Tiff’s finger, we got on the road to Tucson. It poured miserably for about three hours. And by the time we got there, we found out that Jack was starting to feel miserable again and Ben and Ava were sick.

Meanwhile, Tiff was starting to come down with a pretty good cold and the painkiller made her queasy. I got a sore throat last Monday, and that turned into a decent cough on Friday. Tiff was miserable with her cold by Saturday morning, and my chest was really starting to burn when I coughed. Back home, our kids weren’t getting any better and it was pretty obvious that my poor mother-in-law was having a rough go with the kids. I talked with Tiff about putting her on a plane home, but for whatever reason, we decided against that.

I woke up yesterday to run the marathon in Tucson and my chest cold was burning pretty badly. I’ll save the details of the race for a race report tomorrow, but it was a pretty difficult run. I went 3:17:02 and had a tough time. I’ll leave it at that for now. Anyways, after the race, we went back to where we were staying, I showered, and we hit Cracker Barrel for lunch before driving 462 miles home. We barely got home before the kids went to bed, but it was good to see them. What a weekend. It’s like we were on Punk’d for 84 hours. But at the end, the kids were happy to see us. It even seems like Jack seemed to notice that we were back, which we were happy about.

All in all, complete chaos. And now it’s Monday …

Kids Say The Darnedest Things
On Thursday night, Benjamin, our 8-year-old, had the following wisdom for Tiff:

Ben: Mommy, I have some good news and some bad news. What do you want first?
Tiff: We always save the best for last. Tell me the bad news.
Ben: The bad news is you broke your finger in two places and it’s going to hurt for four to six weeks.
Tiff: Yes, that’s bad. What’s the good news?
Ben: Tomorrow is our last rehearsal for our Christmas musical.

It’s tough to argue with that.

Have You Joined The New Operation Jack Facebook Group?
We’ve had a fan page for a while, but we’re migrating over to the new group page. The link is on the Facebook button on this page. If you’re not a member, become a member! And tell your friends!

By The Numbers
18 days until Operation Jack, Race 1! And 54 consecutive days with ice cream now.

That’s All For Today!
I’ll post again tomorrow with a race report from Tucson. I think you should all read it and enjoy the pain I went through. Have a great Monday!