Thursday, June 30, 2005


One of the things I wasn't prepared for was how much less time I would get with Lori, quality or otherwise. I thought "hey, this will bring us closer." We'll hang out and play with the baby instead of watching TV or playing on the computer. Well, instead, I've found we have less time for everything, most importantly, just hanging out together.

We carpool most days, so we get to spend more time together than probably many new parents. I wanted to tell her about this great article I read today, but right as I started, the baby started screaming, so there was no point in even trying to talk. When we got home, I thought I would just put Rachel down for a nap because she seemed really tired. Well, she screamed at that, too. I thought we'd let her cry it out and then she'd nap and I could talk to Lori. But Lori went in there and sat with her. I don't begrudge the baby the time if she needs it, but sharing's not fun.


James said...

We've determined that she had a very quick onset of teething pain.

You might be thinking to yourself "Well, then don't you feel like a bastard, dad?"

Frankly, I don't. I feel bad for her and happy that we figured it out and she's feeling better with Tylenol, but I wanted this journal to be real. There's a lot of stuff I've left out (she'll have enough reasons to hate me later without really embarassing her on here) but I didn't want this to simply be a brag-fest about our little overachiever, either.

World Girl said...

I don't think you sound like a bastard dad. I thought it was real. And healthy to express frustration.


As someone who knows of a genuine bastard dad, allow me to second "world girl"'s statement. I know bastard dads. Bastard dad is my father. You, sir, are no bastard dad.

On the other side of things, doesn't "Bastard Dad" sound like the title of a new FOX sitcom?

James said...

like Al Bundy's favorite show "Pyscho Dad"? heh.