I don’t like single-daddery, guys. We’re doing fine– the boy is still alive, as far as I know– but I’ve been in motion pretty much constantly since Sunday night. Wake the boy up, get him dressed and fed, drop him off at my parents’, 11-hour work shift, pick him up, bring him home, put him immediately to bed, make sure all the pets are fed and watered, do one or two tiny things around the house, go to bed, spend the night getting kicked in the back by a horizontal five-year-old, wake up early, start again. Wednesday I got out of work early but I actually had to go to a customer’s house for a service call afterward, which was… well, fun ain’t the word but it wasn’t as big of a deal as it could have been. Today was my day off but I’ve spent most of it either napping or wandering around the house like a zombie, unable to figure out what I was supposed to be doing at any given moment unless that thing needed to be done in some other room.
To be clear: I just sat on the sofa in front of the TV with my laptop in my lap, wondering what I was supposed to be doing with it, for twenty solid minutes before remembering I hadn’t blogged in a few days. That kind of brainless.
Luckily for me, my wife is on her train and on her way back home, so if I can make it through tomorrow and Saturday everything will be fine. It blows my mind that there are people who pull this off all the time. Mental note: do whatever I need to do, for the rest of my life, to ensure my wife never leaves me. 🙂