bad dad

Yesterday I felt kinda crummy. Today I feel like shit. Super massive head-cold that makes my skull feel like my worst enemy.

So this morning I'm doing something I never wanted to do - I stuck my son in front of the tv and put in a movie (Curious George) to watch.

Most of the time we spend the day playing together, when he's not being Mr. Independant. Reading, coloring, playing with his trucks and blocks and other toys. But I just don't have it in me today, so movie it is. I feel kinda guilty about plunking the boy in front of the idiot box for too long, but there are days when daddy needs daddy recupe time.

This is a problem I never thought of when I signed on for this stay-at-home dad gig.  I don't really get sick all that often, but when I do its usually a doosy. I've also found that I'm reluctant to do things that I used to a lot of. I've all but stopped doing any woodworking, because I'd be in a bit of a pickle if one of my power saws decided to cut a finger or two off. I'm overly careful doing other previously mundane things - using anything sharp that could cause bodily harm, cleaning gutters, even carrying anything heavy up or down a flight of stairs. Since we don't have a babysitter and the boy doesn't go to a daycare yet, I have to keep myself somewhat mobile and aware. With my history of broken bones and stitches and other emergency room visits, thats a lot harder than one would normally think.