WUFS

A year or so ago, my wife coined the phrase God’s jokes as a reference to small inconveniences, the kind we’re supposed to “offer up.” An example would be getting water all over your clothes when you wash the dishes.

Lately we’ve been prone to one of these jokes, a repeat joke. My one-year-old daughter has a screaming fit in the middle of the night about once a week without cause, or at least without cause that we can determine. It goes on for what seems like longer than it probably is, maybe 15-30 minutes. The bad part is that she shares a room with my three-year-old son, who obviously can’t sleep in the midst of this. I’m generally half delirious during these and don’t realize what’s happened until my wife has already extracted my son from the room and brought him to sleep with us. Once he’s in our room, he’s so confused about where he is that he panics if he hears a noise and takes to sprinting out of the room, which also keeps us up, prolonging the whole affair.

These fits are unpredictable, and somewhere in my delirium last night, I found it funny to refer to them as WUFS, the weekly unpredictable freak-out sessions.

These are generally a minor inconvenience and the worst that happens is that we’re all a little bit tired the next day, all except the screamer, who’s generally chipper as can be. In hindsight, it’s quite funny.

~ by The Accountant on March 30, 2008.