Isn't it ironic?
Feb. 24th, 2006 11:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumWell, technically it's not, but, going by the definition outlined by Alanis Morrisette in the song it is.
See, my husband, in an unusually thoughtful gesture, bought me a gift certificate for Toppers Spa, and I set up an apointment for this morning at 9am.
It was a lovely massage, and the good effects lasted from the time I got off the table to the moment I reached the locker that was storing my purse when I heard my phone ringing. It was the school. They'd called twice before. Charlie was sick. He had the chills.
Any other day of the week I'd have been 3 minutes from the school, but now I was a good 20 minutes away.
Charlie had complained a little bit of a sore throat early this morning, and by early I mean around 4am, but he seemed cheerful enough when he went off to school, so I hadn't really thought about it.
He has Strep Throat.
So, is it ironic the one day I take an hour to do something completely selfish is the one day my son needs me?
Sigh.
See, my husband, in an unusually thoughtful gesture, bought me a gift certificate for Toppers Spa, and I set up an apointment for this morning at 9am.
It was a lovely massage, and the good effects lasted from the time I got off the table to the moment I reached the locker that was storing my purse when I heard my phone ringing. It was the school. They'd called twice before. Charlie was sick. He had the chills.
Any other day of the week I'd have been 3 minutes from the school, but now I was a good 20 minutes away.
Charlie had complained a little bit of a sore throat early this morning, and by early I mean around 4am, but he seemed cheerful enough when he went off to school, so I hadn't really thought about it.
He has Strep Throat.
So, is it ironic the one day I take an hour to do something completely selfish is the one day my son needs me?
Sigh.
