It Was a Rough Week

As I tucked Dylan into bed last night I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to go to sleep yet. After a week of vacation, I knew he needed it and would pass out immediately but he was stalling.

“So how was your week?”

I paused for a moment and responded, “Absolutely horrible buddy.”

This wasn’t quite the answer he was expecting and with a glaze of confusion on his eyes he asked, “Why? What did you do?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all and that is the problem,” I began.”I spent every hour of this past week e...