A poem for the Romantic Comedy contest. |
For Better or Worse? (I) Wife and mother. Traditional definition? A single-parent family in the context of marriage. (II) At appointment's middle my office phone rings. "Doctor, the daycare." Excuse myself from room. Race for hall phone. Hear stern daycare director's terse decree: "Baby woke with fever. He's in Sick Care. Pick him up early." My thoughts run faster than seconds. Probably his ear. Not contagious. Daycare won't believe unless baby sees less biased doctor. I realize my husband hasn't started his afternoon patients. Fingers dash numbers no time to ask-- "You pick baby up now. Have partner see him. No time to talk. My patient's waiting. I'll ditch 2 o'clock meeting and be over to get baby-- Oh, and thanks... (III) "Thanks!" I say. He does me a favor? The care of our child is my obligation. His oblation? "Thanks!" I say later when baby wakes screaming. In the wee hours we grump and gritch at each other. Husband mutters "No other doctor father helps as much as I do." "He's your child too." "Only one other doctor has to pick his kids from daycare. The other docs joke about his housewifely duties, but think he should get a better wife." "Do their kids call them daddy or doctor!" Baby vomits all over daddy. My giggles escape spreading healthy humor as my husband can't help a chuckle. The growing laughter restores our usual anomalous balance and we change smelly sheets. Then he rocks the baby while the cat and I nap. |