November 29, 2011
White Dog and The White Dog Army were getting impatient. It was already past 8pm and Steve was still not home. He told us he would be late due to a faculty meeting but the White Ones were missing him. were hungry, and were getting crabby. Steve must have felt the vibe for he came in half an hour later with vanilla ice cream for dessert.
He was carried off on the shoulders of the WDA to give proper greetings and to change clothes; I put supper together. Then we all sat to enjoy a meal together and share news of the day.
White Dog stopped eating and looked up alarmed when Steve announced that he was slated to teach TWO evening courses next quarter, meaning he would not be home until nearly eleven on those nights. Her surprise prompted a chain reaction of panic which increased as the scheduling news continued...Friday would still be our Saturday as he has a class on Saturday afternoons. Low throaty growls of protest welled up from Quinn and YoYoMa; Puff squeezed herself tightly against Steve at the thought that she would NEVER see him once the new quarter started.
"OK," said the wise White Dog, who has lived through years of academic schedule dramas, "so what's the good news?"
The good news is that Steve only has office hours from 9am until 1pm on Mondays; he doesn't go in until 2:30 on his late nights (Tuesday and Wednesday); Thursdays are noon until 7pm; Fridays are off. In actuality he will be able to spend more daytime hours...read that as Park time and breakfast picnics and car rides...with the WDA than the "average" dad can.
It will take some getting used to but a quarter is only 12 weeks, and for that we can adapt to anything. The White Dogs WILL have to accept the fact that momma will make dinner on two nights (not allowed currently, they won't eat unless Steve is home), and on the very late nights they may have to trade bedtime walks for breakfast trips to the Park.
"Not so bad," Nuka concedes. "And part of the life of being the family of an academic."