2. It was sent at 5:46 am. For most of the world- that’s pretty early. For my Dad, who works nights- that’s the middle of his night. PK and I were both super sick (the entire family has been sick for 2 weeks-in all honesty, it’s been like the Armageddon) the day before and I woke up to an onslaught of crazy work emails so my normal planning-ahead for things like this totally fell through the cracks, leaving 5 am the only time to figure out how the day was going to work.
3. There is no return text. My Dad called me immediately, said he was grabbing a cup of coffee and would be over ASAP to do whatever we needed. I could tell that I had woken him up... and that he was happy that I did.
By 5:00 this morning, I was already headed down a (hormone-induced I’m sure) path of stress, self pity (for not being able to take Q myself), worry and regret but this small act from my Dad totally flipped that around and now I feel like I can take on the world- at least for one more day and only as long as no one else pukes or poops in their pants.
Thank you Gwumpa!
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