Granted, I'm not most men. I'm running into a choice that has plagued men in our society for thousands of years: work vs. presence. It's very frustrating, and I hate that this is happening.
Basically, here's the deal: I'm not going to see him at all on Monday, at all on Tuesday, and at all on Thursday. My concerts at school on Monday and on Thursday have me back at school between 6 and 6:30, which makes coming to the hospital problematic due to rush hour traffic. I'd leave school at the normal time, get to the hospital at 4, and have to turn around and leave at 4:30 to get home and dressed in time for a 6:30 report. Not so good.
Tuesday, the marching band is playing the national anthem at a minor league baseball game, and the after school rehearsal starts around 3:30 or 4:00. If I go with them as scheduled, we have rehearsal, then the bus ride to the stadium, then the game, then the bus ride home, then the car ride to the hospital. So, we're talking roughly 11 or 11:30 that I'd arrive at the hospital, in time for The Wife to be back in the room with The Boy at 6:50 to allow me travel & shower time for school on Wednesday. Not so good.
This is frustrating for me. I have several deep-seated issues about being elsewhere while The Boy is in the hospital, dating back to my older brother's death in 1986. I hate being at home or at work while The Boy is in the hospital. It's actually physically painful to me. But, what am I going to do?
For the concerts on Monday and Thursday, nothing. Do my thing. For the ball game on Tuesday, I'm going to have to do something different. We'll see what I can do. I might be stuck due to chaperone issues. Then again, I might not. It depends. This isn't exactly driving a group of middle schoolers to an amusement park. This is driving a bunch of reasonably mature high school kids to a baseball stadium, where it's difficult to get in trouble.
I guess it doesn't help that I'm nervous about the concert, nervous about kidney-killing antibiotics, nervous about starting my master's project, nervous about the baseball game, nervous about attending the awards assembly for my beloved niece on Tuesday night, nervous about the new baby coming, nervous about this and that and this and that and this and that.
If this were a simpler world, The Wife would meet me at the ballpark with The Boy, and we'd hang out there together as a family: him running around entertaining the high school kids, her sitting around being pregnant, and me enjoying a rare tension-free, competition-free night out with the marching band. The only issue would be setting up the bassinet for the new baby and cleaning the house for the bris.
If this were a simpler world. Ha. Six words, all the meaning in the world.