So my son got sent home yesterday for saying “He wasn’t feeling well.” The school, doing what they needed during these covid times, sent him home stating he couldn’t return until 48 hours had passed along with a clear negative test result.

Today is my day off. My son, sitting in the family room, was reading and doing his homework. I said, “I’m going to be working out in the garage if you need anything.” He gave an “okay” and so off I went. I turned on the old boom box I bought in 1983 from radio shack and got to town sorting through some of my old bins of crap.

Two hours later, I come back in. I don’t see my son on the couch anymore but I hear my wife reading some text aloud that sounds conspicuously like something from a child’s textbook. Making my way to them, I stick my head in through the doorway and see that my wife’s work computer is dark. Her screensaver timed her out. She’s been helping my son with his homework.

Let me repeat… it’s my day off. My wife does not have the day off.

WTF????

Why is this kind of stuff so hard?

Uuuughhhh…..

Tootles for now.

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