Ever have one of those days? How about when one of those days turns into one of those nights? Everything seemed to go wrong last night. Mary was out at a work function and I am coming back from out of town. In a matter of 30 minutes I am dealing with a crisis from both of my boys and I know my night has gone sideways.

Nic has had a big week. He has received his license, bought a car and driven to school for the first time alone and got his first part-time job. He is the man! That is until he is coming home from his big day and  he has three slashes in the side wall of his tire. Who else should get that call? His first reaction is to try and pump the tire so I now know that being a mechanic is not in his future. Second is to call me. I am 60 minutes from getting home so Mary helps him by calling AMA and he is in a hard wait. Then I get the call from Cam…

Cam has a slightly more interesting story that only a man could love. He has decided to break the news to me that the basement toilet is broken. His logic is that it’s a fluke and unbelievable while I am thinking I see the unbelievable everyday with these kids. He tells me he was holding a cutting board in his one hand loaded with brie cheese, crackers and a glass of milk. No big deal except with the other hand he is taking a leak in the bathroom. Makes total sense to me… As he is finishing his business, he drops the glass of milk into the toilet. In a normal world the glass shatters and life moves on. Not in my world. The glass projectiles right through the side wall of the toilet leaving a huge hole in the throne. After 4 hours of Cam trying to Gorilla glue, duct tape and stick a towel in the hole (like we would never have seen it), he calls. Now I am stopping to buy a crapper along the way.

The end result is 90 minutes at Canadian Tire, another 90 minutes to change a toilet and $900 later the night is shot. I’m sure there are worse things that could happen to a guy but this was a strange one. What can Thursday bring.

Marco