Daddy Day

Today we’re enjoying a full on Daddy day.  There’s no daycare, no mom, and most importantly, no work. Just him and me and the dogs.  I'm not sure what the plan is when he wakes up.  We'll probably do some kicking, some singing, and maybe some reading if we have time, but then it's on to the good stuff.  BB guns, fishing, dirt bikes, I think I have some old bottle rockets in the basement...we'll see what the day brings...

Daddy Day couldn't come at a better time.  On Monday I came home from work feeling like death.  I thought it was food poisoning, then the flu, possibly Polio...I don’t know, my mind tends to wander...

My parents were visiting from Texas so it was kind of a bad time to be in need of an exorcist. That and the fact that there's a 3 month old baby in the house.  

I was quickly whisked away and quarantined, where I spent the next 13 hours in bed alone, watching Netflix on my phone.  Poor me.  I could hear my son and my dad in the other room, laughing and giggling, possibly at my expense.

I woke up the next morning feeling human again, but was still banished from my little guy, having to sleep in the guest room.  It did get me out of diaper duty, but by then I almost missed it.

By mid-week I was finally back to normal. There was color in my face and I could breathe without moaning.  I won’t take my health for granted anytime soon, or my son for that matter.  Holding and kissing him is too much fun.

Being back at full speed I've vowed to never again lick the handles on public restroom toilets.  I need to be healthy and keep my stamina up if I expect to hang with this little guy on the move.

Speaking of which, I just heard him stir...it's time to go work on that jump shot!

The Plague...

A few days ago I woke up with a sore throat, runny nose, and flu-like aches and pains.  Ever the tough guy, I looked over at my wife and whined, I’m siiiiick. 

“You must have gotten what I had last week.”  She said, perhaps a bit too casually.

I scoffed, there’s no way she had what I have now.  I’m sick, I mean really sick.  I must have some sort of super bug that hasn’t been fully discovered yet.  I’m so sick you may get sick just from reading about my being sick.  I may need a doctor.   My wife says I’m sometimes dramatic, but did I mention I’m sick?  I’m dramatically sick!

“No this is something else, I really feel sick.”  I said, and she chuckled.

How could she laugh?  I’m suffering and she thinks it’s funny?  In sickness and in health and all of that…

It was then that I remembered last week.   My wife woke up early, went to work, came home, fixed dinner, and then maybe said something to the effect of, “I’m a little tired.”  Oh yeah, and she was creating life inside of her!    She may have said something about being sick once or twice in passing, but nothing over the top.  At our house, no one does over the top like me, I’ve cornered the market on being over the top.

But this flu bug got me thinking, are women tougher than men?  When I get sick I ask my wife for sick soup, moan and groan and may even whine until it passes.  When my wife is sick, I hope that I don’t catch it she carries on as usual and may or may not mention it.  I cannot believe she felt like this and still taught children all day, while being pregnant.

Score one for the women. While I would never want to be one and I'm quite sure that I will never fully understand them, I respect their tolerance for pain and the whole creating life part too….better them than me.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some moaning to do because--I may or may not have mentioned this--I'm sick.