Anarchy

I always assumed parents with messy homes were a disgrace. Now, in light of the toys, shoes, various articles of clothing and dishes laying around our house, I must reconsider.

It’s Monday morning, and our house is a constant reminder of the whirlwind of a weekend we’ve just had. As I sit at the computer desk right now, I can see any number of crap laying around: sandals, receipts, playing cards, measuring tape, car seat, spoon, newspapers, dish towels and one lone red and white sock, which Wyatt pulled off sometime this morning. It’s anarchy here. It’s as if a tornado went through town last night, only it disregarded trees and roofs and headed directly indoors to 2240 Griffith.

There are plenty of excuses why our place is such a pit. We were busy every night of the weekend; we were constantly cooking for at least four people; we were so excited to discover Anna’s picture in the paper we lost track of the real world; we – uh, I mean I was so consumed with Notre Dame winning and USC losing I disregarded the more important tasks of a husband. But all of these are really poor excuses. We’ve managed to keep our domestic life somewhat in order before even with all of these events, temptations and distractions.

The real reason why our place has become the wreck of the Hesperus: Wyatt. Wyatt, you see, is now both teething and sick. At first, we thought he just had a runny nose from the teething, but last night he broke out in a full-on “struck-down-with-a-plague” cough. The poor little dude would only sleep for about thirty minutes to an hour before his nose would become plugged with mucus-delight. We tried to suction out the nastiness inside his nostril, but it didn’t last long. Pretty soon, we would hear him starting to breathe through his mouth, then he would begin to stir, then he would cry. It made for a lovely evening and morning.

It has also made me realize how debilitating it is to a household to have a sick child – at least for us newbies. Sickness equates to anarchy. We’ve lost the anchor and are currently adrift in a world that has clearly spun out of control. There is a fake knife next to a black crow puppet for goodness sake!

Wes