the story of this week in the life of the political wife, as told through random sentences *actually* spoken in our house over the past few days.
“three dogs! i thought you only had one? are you guys running an animal shelter on the side? political campaign not enough work for you?”
“what do you mean papa can’t make it to my playoff game? he’s the coach! i hate this election.”
“wow, mum and dad, thanks for the bike! actually dad, did you know you were getting me a bike for my birthday?”
“sure, your son can stay here for a couple of days. if i’ve got three boys, and three dogs, what’s one more?”
“mom i can’t fit my hockey bag in the trunk, dad’s lawn signs are in the way.”
“i never thought i’d hear 11 year-olds at a birthday party discussing an all-candidates’ debate.”
“what kind of mining issues were you discussing with the pakistani environment minister?”
“yes, sweetie, i’ll take your temperature. but you’ll have to stop inhaling the helium from those party balloons.”
“one of your brother’s dogs has diarrhea. i think i just stepped in it.”
“mom i tried calling you but you forgot to take your phone with you. miles has a temperature of 105!!”
“when do we get to give your brother back his dogs?”
“can you hold the cold compresses now? justin trudeau is waiting for me at the campaign office. ”
“what does papa use to wipe up barf stains off the carpet? no i can’t call and ask him, he’s out canvassing.”
“i can’t let my boy down. i’m getting one of the canvassers to drop me at the rink, i’ll be there for the third period!”
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Gill Deacon lives in Toronto-Danforth with her husband Grant Gordon and their three sons. She is a regular contributor to grantgordon.ca, giving us a peek behind the scenes during the political campaign.
You can follow her on Twitter at @gilldeacon
You can learn more about Grant Gordon here, and follow him on Twitter at @grantgordonlib
