Road to Recovery and keeping my big mouth shut.

Good morning! Welcome to a brand new week. Although I am excited to hit this week running, it is not because I am well rested or under-worked. I am looking forward to this week simply because I it is an opportunity to hopefully catch up. With the kids missing so much school and with some other things going on around our house, I have missed out on several opportunities to get my growing pile of work to start shrinking. In fact, it has grown so high I am about to loose sight of the top of the pile. I can't see the forest for all of the trees.

So, what is up?

Well, I am happy to say that all of the kiddos seem to have recovered. Even little Ainsley is seemingly making it throughout the day without a barrage of drugs. In fact, she made it through the entire day yesterday with only a single breathing treatment and, even then, it was questionable as to whether she really needed it. Graham and Sydney have fully recovered. There is not even a hint of hoarseness left in their little throats. I will tell you, this looks very promising. This could be the first day in weeks that we have had all of the kiddos back in school.

Another little treat this weekend included a golf tournament for me - actually it was for my wife. She asked me to play in a golf fundraiser for the medical school. It was nice that I got to play and, interestingly enough, it turns out that the president of the university was on my team. It should give no one any surprise that I gave him a pretty hard time. Unfortunately, in the end, it came down to the fact that I ended up having to play for Lynley's job. Yep, you heard me.

You see, it was fairly windy. Dr. Ransom, the president had mentioned how much it was affecting his ball. On a couple of occasions I hit right after him and the other members of our group made the comment in jest that the wind did not seem to be affecting my ball. Keep in mind, Dr. Ransom plays once per year. I played professionally(although that was quite a long time ago.) Regardless, I took mental note that the wind was only affecting his ball. A few holes later as he stood on the tee getting ready to hit. I loudly stopped play and pointed out that the wind was blowing towards a water hazard and, given his ball's propensity to be affected by the wind that perhaps he should take that into more consideration.

The comment was met from laughs all around and Dr. Ransom nearly doubled over. His comment back was that "Clearly you do not work for the school." I mentioned that was true and that I would not be disclosing who my wife was. At that point in time, he did not know my last name and had not put together that I was Lynley's husband. From that point on, the joke became that I would be playing for my wife's job. If I played well, she would keep it. If I failed, well, lets not go there.

The good news was that we won the golf tournament and Lynley kept her job.

In all due honesty it did not matter much though. During the round I disclosed that Lynley was my wife. Although he was a bit confused as to why she would marry me, he pointed out that since we were talking about Lynley her job would certainly be safe - no matter how much of an ass her husband was. She was too valuable to the school.

I was pretty proud.

All in all it was a fun tournament. We had a blast and it was good to get to know some of her work cronies a bit better. Furthermore, although I have met Dr. Ransom at some events previously, it was good to get to know him a bit better. He was a genuinely nice guy.

The remainder of the weekend was not nearly as fun. It was work. I was relegated to replacing the porch roof on Cabana 1 (our guest house) and getting it ready for a friend who is staying with us while she recovers from a hip replacement. Lynley had a network crisis at work and unfortunately had to spend her entire Sunday at the office. This left me with laundry, a little nursemaiding, and trying to keep the kiddos from destroying the house.

It was a complete weekend.

I am ready for a break. Unfortunately, that will have to wait until next weekend.

For better or worse, purpose will not wait.