You know those days where the stars just seem aligned against you? This morning I was just in a funk. There was some ridiculous on-going micro-managing type drama from the Powers That Be. I wasn’t feeling particularly motivated to do much of anything. The feeling continued on through the first half of my day.
Then, long about 1200, the Wife and the Kid brought me lunch. It’s a simple tradition we started since the Kid was born. The Wife is a stay-at-home Mom, so it’s up to me to win that bread. When the Kid was born, I took six weeks off….which kicked ass, by the way. Since then, the Wife has brought the Kid down to the PD weekly, almost without fail, to help me get through the week and give me an opportunity to spend time with them. On the average, I work forty hours of OT a month and that can be extraordinarily exhausting.
At any rate, their visit brought me a little bit of needed joy. The day continued on, and without their smiling faces, the funk returned (though not as hard). Today, I came home and the Kid was still sleeping. The Wife told me I could go wake Kid up. I went into the room and the Kid looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to disturb. About 30 minutes later, I heard the Kid. I went into the room, picked the Kid up and asked, “Do you want to cuddle?” In that sleepy voice I heard, “Yes, Daddy.” We cuddled for what felt like 20 minutes, but I’m sure was closer to five. My batteries recharged. The skies cleared. The funk dissipated.
Thanks, Kid. You’re without a doubt the bee’s knees. Mommy ain’t too shabby, neither.