I had a bad day.
No… I am not talking about watching “Dragonball Evolution,” something even a Vulcan mind-meld cannot get out of my head. And no it’s not the disrupted sleep/no sleep, a shrieking eel crying episode, projectile vomiting on new clothes, or the dreaded leaky diaper kind of “bad day.” That stuff does not get to me or bother me. It is expected and I feel like I was ready for those.
So what is a “bad day” in my book you may be wondering. Well it sort of went like this…
Got up, got ready for work, kissed wife goodbye, saw my little boy sleeping in his pack -n-play, went to work. Work was work…. a little extra help after school, got ready for the next day, got home a little later than usual. Mom and baby had a busy day with baby being finicky, both exhausted. Baby sleeping again. Had dinner and went to church, both baby and Mom resting. Got home from church, spent time with wife, chatted with wife, got ready for bed. Saw little baby sleeping in his pack-n-play. Fell asleep.
Besides being a boring account, did you pick up why it was a bad day? It was a bad day because I did not get to spend any time with my son that whole day! I did not even hold him! I did not want to pick him up because he was sleeping and when I was out of the house he was up, and when I was home he was sacking out! (Equal and Opposite!)
There was no holding him, no talking to him, no smiling duels, no funny faces, no cuddling, no burping, no squeaks and gurgles, no tummy time, no bonding…nothing…nada…zilch!
So there you have it….a bad day as seen through this Dad’s eyes. I hope and pray that it is the only one, I don’t think I can take another day like that! I’ll take anything but that again.