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The treatment (or maybe the post treatment drugs) has finally caught up with me and after a disturbed night's sleep I spent most of the day snoozing. So aside from half-watching a couple of Voyager episodes and getting back into playing Civilisation II, I didn't really do much.
The worst bit about all this is all the stuff I am missing, especially family stuff and how much that means Catie ends up doing. Phoebe had a day trip to France with her school today and needed to be dropped off at 5am and picked up at 11pm. In any normal world I would have done one of those, probably both, but Catie had to get up early and then stay up late, whilst I dozed.
And she also had to take Ernie to school and pick him up.
I did at least get to join in the parental worry, thinking about my little baby being on a ferry and then in a foreign country. Would I ever see her again? (spoilers yes, but not today)
Ernie was doing a concert after school, but I couldn't go to that either of course. As a parent you want to make sure you share these momentous moments (even dropping off your kid at 4.45am is still an experience) and because this treatment coincides with the last few days of term I am missing loads of them.
Not that there won't be loads more, but I think when all is said and done and you look back at it, you will wish there were more of those moments and regret the ones you miss. I am not sure Catie will look back and be delighted she had to drop off and pick up Phoebe when she'd much rather have been asleep, but you never know.
At least I am not missing this stuff because I am an obsessive businessman married to my job and I've made an effort to tour much less since we've had a family, though I probably need to get back on the road soon if I want to keep feeding them.
The kids are old enough to understand why I am checked out for the moment, so hopefully they won't look back on their childhood thinking I was never there for them or constantly working or constantly bed bound.
I guess this turned into longer in bed than I thought. A couple of weeks off is a nice holiday, but now it's nearly three and I don't think I will be able to participate for another fortnight at least. Careful what you wish for guys. This could be a Twilight Zone episode - the parent who coveted a fortnight off, but ended up with a month. Wha-ha ha-ha HA.
Thought the daytime snoozing might mean I couldn't sleep tonight but I passed out at 8pm and slept for 11 hours. So that's something.
