Please. I can't pee with you screaming like that.

So, I'm nearly through a day of double-daddy-duty, which is to say a sick-day coincided with a day The Lovely Wife had to attend a conference in the city, leaving me to get both kids to playgroup, a lunch date with TLW's friend, and quiet time for at least one of the kids while nursing my tightly packed sinuses and trying to get a little Law & Order watched. (Hey, if my TLW can do it, so can I!) For all intents and purposes, I was superdaddy today, controlling my temper, lengthening my fuse, and generally being more fun than I probably usually am to be around. I think I parented well. Heck, I even cleaned the cloth diapers, which I'm sure some would agree would be the least I could do.

And that's not all. I managed to get a FedEx parcel from Movember Central (Canadian Branch, that is) which contained all kinds of goodies: fliers, postcards, coasters, posters, (shmosters, if you're the Will & Grace type), and so much more. I managed to feed three toddlers (Lunch Date Lucy included) for lunch and had both kids eating a selection of healthy, if not a wee bit salty dishes for dinner, including having Older Son actually taste some crispy baked Brussels Sprouts as suggested by the ever-practical Candy. And somewhere in all of that, we managed to get kids out for a lively street hockey game with the neighbours. Oh, and in the down-time, I kept up with the laundry and my various Facebook Scrabulous games.

What's even better is that I made it out alive, and I'm not even kidding when I say this: I think I could handle this full time, or at least more often than I currently undertake it. It may, however, take more wine to make it all happen (not unlike the Brussels Sprouts, though infinitely more palatable they became drenched in olive oil (can I say EVOO? Does that make me seem snooty?) ... and salt & pepper).

And lastly, I can't decide if I'm proud, astounded, or slightly embarrassed that this is not the first blog posting to contain the word "pee". Perhaps I'll let the reader be the judge.

Posted bythemikestand at 6:45 PM  

5 stepped up to the mike:

Karen said... 9:34 PM, November 14, 2007  

OMG, even I never could bring myself to do the cloth diaper thing after spending my kid's college fund on diapers. I think I lasted maybe two days. I am so in awe. Especially about the cleaning part. Wow.

SRH said... 11:43 PM, November 14, 2007  

Be careful what you say... it will only get you more to do.

coolbeans said... 1:45 AM, November 15, 2007  

You can say EVOO. Can I say, "If you say EVOO, you might sound gay."

I use that word the same way I used it in fifth grade. But I don't want to get beat down for it at my own blog so I'll say it over here. "EVOO is kinda gay."

coolbeans said... 1:45 AM, November 15, 2007  

Cloth diapers are sooffffffffffft. Me likey.

Candy said... 3:19 PM, November 15, 2007  

You tried the Brussel Sprouts! I can't tell if you actually liked them or not, I get the feeling you were merely tolerating them. But it's a step!

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