Bad News Comes in Threes

They say bad news comes in threes.

If that’s the case, I’m very nervous right now.

Because today I was hit with two bouts of bad news.

First my father called me and informed me he is having hip surgery today.

All of a sudden I realized my father was old. Isn’t that the kind of thing that happens to old people?

“Well, your lucky, I told him. First, you didn’t slip in the shower or anything. At least you have a good story, you did it riding your bike. And second, you are basically in one of the best places in the world for the problem you have now. Boca Raton for hip surgery is like getting plastic surgery in Korea. Everyone is doing it.”

All kidding aside, it’s bad news. Replacement anything is almost never as good as the original. I just hope since my Dad is in good shape, he’ll recover well.

The second bit of bad news was that Anjelica gave me two weeks notice today.

She was always overqualified for this job. I knew in the back of my mind I was getting a bargain.

I’ll be very sad to see her go, though. We have fallen into quite a comfortable routine. And I’ll miss her conversation each day.

But it does open the door wide open. The twins are older now. Unlike when she started a year ago, we no longer feed them bottles, we no longer feed them at separate times as the older kids, and they feed themselves for the most part. They entertain themselves a lot more, are walking and need less constant carrying.

It’s made me stop and think – am I ready to take on this job alone or do I still need help?

As for the third piece of bad news, I’m hoping I can count my recent broken toe, or maybe the big bill we just got slapped with to fix out dishwasher. Somehow they seem to pale in comparison, but no one ever said they had to be equal, right?

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