This must be rant week for daddy boo, perhaps it is the time off, the clarity of being able to think of the tasks I have laid out in front of me, who knows.

The mrs. even commented yesterday that I am back to my typical sarcastic, quick witted, snarky demeanor.  Is this good?  You better believe it!

This morning, lil boo woke up with a high fever, coughing  like a seal, calling out for his mommy.  Off I went into his room to get him, letting the mrs. sleep in (at least for another 10 lousy minutes or so).

My poor lil buddy was…..*drum roll* SICK!  The cold that I thought he had yesterday had turned into something much worse overnight.  The alien invasion of nastiness ventured straight into his lungs (as it always does).

Out of his bed I took him, holding the burning lil demons within, mr. roasty toasty was down for the count.  We sat down on the couch, doing what this daddy thought was alright for the time being, rubbing his back, holding him tight, ensuring him that everything would be alright.

With the faint whispers from within, I hear the constant call for, “mommy”.  I let the lil guy lay down on the couch and covered him up with his blanket and animals, while I went to go get the mrs.

After the shock of hearing her lil boo was sick, she rambled off about a zillion items of things I should have done – did, the minute  he was up.

Enter daddy goof up, I was more concerned about comforting him, then anything else at the moment.

With a jump out of bed, a step to the ground and skip to her lil boo – he was doctored up by mrs. mommy in a heartbeat.

Wondering when the fever would break, (it took exactly an hour) and why the doctor’s office was not answering their phone, we were just steps away to heading to the hospital.

Why?  Lil Boo has had his fair share of pneumonia, RSV, croup, bronchitis and whatever else is floating in the air.  He is susceptible to catching anything and everything, which sucks monkey balls! <—Yes, a direct quote from yours truly!

Now for my rant, waiting for 5 minutes, to reach top of the hour…the doctor’s office is open.  Unfortunately, it is not the office nearest to where we live.  Fine, whatever…beats catching whatever is in the hospital and those outrageous bills.

Off we travel to find the location of the office.  Lil Boo is persistent that he is all better.

I’m all better, alright. *cough* *cough* We don’t need to go to the doctor. *cough* *cough*

Yes, I believe you….tell the doctor you are all better.

*Fast Forward*

Inside the little micro mini room waiting for the doctor, sweating as the air did not seem to work in this room.  Remember my rant earlier this week?  It is bloody hot here in the Valley!  In enters Mr. Doctor Doodaahdaah himself.

I have no idea who this guy is, the Doc on call, weekend goober who lost with the shortest straw…..all I do know is this:

1. He is not my sons doctor, she is at the other location.
2. (He/She) <—See the difference?
3. When someone is talking to you, remember do not be a Male Chauvinistic Pig!
4. Read the charts/history – It gives you some background!

Here, I’ll explain Dr. ShortStraw (and yes I understand you went to med school…blah blah – my sons ‘true’ doctor on file is far superior to you!)

First, we are at another location fair enough, they were open on Saturday and did save us from having to go to the hospital.

Second, lil boo’s doctor is a female (she) woman, not you Dr. ShortStraw.

Third, when you ask a question regarding my son, and my wife (the mrs.) is explaining to you all of his symptoms, history, etc etc….you give her the respect she deserves and look at her not me!  I was not speaking to you, I did not have all the answers, the mrs. is far more superior in knowledge when it comes to health/medicine.  This is why she was explaining everything to you….but excuse me Mr. ShortStraw Chauvinistic Pig….there are three males in this little micro mini room to one female….majority must rule right?? How I wanted to slap this guy up side the head, do not put your back to her and only look at me, common decency/respect/courtesy….did your mother teach you anything???

Damn, I was pissed off after that…..

Fourth, Dr. ShortStraw…you took your sweet time coming into the room, the office was not busy by any means (us and one other child), did you not go over my sons chart before entering the room??  You had no idea of his past…everything you ever wanted to know was right there in front of your chauvinistic eyes.  Open the bloody chart up!  You will see a pattern of illness, known issues, and corrective measures needed to prescribe the correct medicine.  Really, trust me, it’s all there – we go through this every year.  Do you due diligence, be a doctor, and most importantly remember when someone is speaking to you, give them the respect they deserve.  This is the mrs. we are talking about!

That’s my rant….lil boo has croup (again) ’tis the season for Albuterol treatments with the nebulizer and oral steroid pills.

Enjoy!

Welcome to the YOB Years!  Where all you need is a BIG Hug!

~daddy bookins

This Valley weather is bloody outright disgusting!

This is my rant:

I am sick of not being able to enjoy the outdoors with lil boo.  It has officially pissed me off!

How is one to play outside with an ever growing little lad when it is 114 bloody hell degrees outside?

I would like to cordially welcome you to the gates of burning madness -  Arizona!

We are not just home to that team that could have won the SuperBowl, a hockey team that the NHL now owns, a Sheriff that makes his prisoners wear pink undershorts, an adjunct Governor that will not show up to her self called House/Senate meetings, the guy that started The Dirty, and home to some 5 Million additional “Snowbirds” that overpopulate and pollute our Valley during the Winter months.

Oh NO, we are the home of a burning HELL on earth!  Walk outside.  Really, do it…right now….can you feel the pain?!  Third degree burns, sunburn that is.  Mind you, please walk with caution, the asphalt is mooshy and sticky beneath your shoes as you feel the flames burning right through your soles.  Good thing you are not wearing flip-flops dumb@ss (this was me today) OUCH!

I have pretty much grown up in Arizona….Northern that is…(along with the mrs.) where it is nice and cool, and during the month of June…it would get hot – as in 90 degree weather.  We never had an air conditioner, it was not needed…those few hot days or two weeks you just opened up your windows and turned the fans on.

Now for the Valley…lil boo’s home…where he is presently growing up.  Sure, infant land is cool, no worries for the outside weather conditions.  Now, as he is growing up there is plenty of room to worry.  Lil boo is a vibrant 3 year old that has more energy then that annoying pink bunny!  He wants to play outside.  Yes, we have a decent sized home, you can run around all you like….really that gets old – trust me.  Our backyard is larger then most typical ‘life on the grid’ lots, we can play footie, hide n seek, baseball, football, you name it we have room (just not enough to have an official bocce court *sigh*)

Why my rant?

Yesterday afternoon, lil boo came running over to both the mrs. and I, crying.

He said, “The sun is looking at me.”

Well, alright, this is true it is looking at you, why did you look at it?  We’ve had this issue before, driving in the car and the sun glaring in his eyes despite sun visors, tinted windows blah blah blah.

The sun hurts his little blue eyes, the heat turns our Casper looking (fair complexion) little boy lobster red instantly.

Is this what he is supposed to remember as he grows up?  A burning wasteland of a desert?  Blowing, pelting sandstorms in the summer with bouts of flash floods and uprooted trees from some ridiculous micro-burst.  Environmental allergies that make him a runny druggy mess.  The burning sensation of ultra hot concrete beneath his little feet!  Asking to go ride his bike, when it is 114 blood sucking degrees outside?  Talk about misery….why is the Valley the 5th largest city in the US??  That I will never understand.

For now this is home, you will hear me moan and groan – or just tune me out…it’s all good I will not be upset.

Changes are being made….they may take another year or two…unfortunately this is just ‘life on the grid’.

Enjoy!

Welcome to the YOB Years!  Where all you need is a BIG Hug!

~daddy bookins