in praise of el Jefe'

i complain about el Jefe’. he does so much, and yet i get bitchy because i’d like him to do more. he works long hours. he pays his share of our household expenses, while still donating 17% of his income to child support (bonus daughter). he helps out around the house, and handles some of his own designated chores. he has cooked the majority of our meals since Punkin was born. When i had to go solo last week, i had the nerve to ask him what we would do about dinner. i ended up making scrambled eggs, augmented with leftovers (a stellar performance in the kitchen, huh.) i don’t know how he can do more, much like i don’t know how i can do more.

i started giving Punkin eye drops last weekend to ward off the next inevitable round of pinkeye. i only gave him the eye drops twice a day, instead of three, partly because i didn’t want to take the drops to daycare and admit he had pinkeye. i think it’s a mandatory day at home that somehow i couldn’t fit into my busy schedule. i’m not that busy, and i obviously don’t care for my job/projects/coworkers, but i did not call the pediatrician.

El Jefe’ called this morning. the eyedrops have run out and Punkin still has eye boogers. he’s taking Punkin to the pediatrician this morning. he is taking the time from his busy schedule at work for the welfare of our son. he’s a better parent than i am, and i am lucky to have him in my life.