Howdy,
So, I’m back with Day Three of THREE of stay-at-home dad with three kids while Sarah is out of town traveling to and attending a conference for work, and I … think … I survived!
Last night, I texted Sarah this: “Wowser, and I am beat. Goodnight.” (Plus a little kissy face emoticon, but you don’t need to see that.)
Well, on Day 3 of 3, Jasper hasn’t made it to school all week with a temperature and a cough, and … etc.
Titus has also been on the same antibiotics as Jasper since Monday, plus the addition of four-a-day eye drops for possible pinkeye, which, thankfully, really hasn’t developed. AND I really must tell you, in admiration to Titus, that he has handled the eye drops with great strength and patience, even eagerness. A stud. I wasn’t so sure how that was going to go with the guy who’s just turned three.
That’s turned into being kind of the easy stuff.
Riah has been the concern today.
And as I write this paragraph I sit in the pediatrics waiting room to have Riah seen, since he keeps filling his diaper and spitting up concerning amounts while not eating as much as usual. Praying he’s okay, the little guy.
He’s been as sweet and smiley as possible, keeping his great attitude, but struggled with energy this morning.
I want to say, that these three days of posts are not to whine, at least I’m not trying to be whiny — I was up for supporting Sarah’s trip and being here with the boys, though I knew they’d push me — but I want to convey that the purpose isn’t to whine so much as give major props to single parents.
Today, though, has been a race — with worry and a hope for health. And, don’t worry, I think we’re on the right track with Riah, and the bigger boys are doing alright as well.
But today …
Rather than run down the racing around, I’ll tell you this, give you a time o’clock.
3:10 P.M.
3:10: Ah, breakfast. Just about my first bites of food— other than a few swipes of snack stuff about 2:30 as I … raced around, after being at two different Kaiser Permanente.
It was oatmeal. Oatmeal, I made at 8:45 this morning and served the boys just as the speed picked up.
Oatmeal, with no milk, and in a cup, with a plastic spoon, eaten on the road …
Not a whine. Just insanity.
As I said yesterday — and should have said on Day 1 of 3 — much respect to single parents out there who are parenting. It’s hard. It’s been quite a week. Even with much appreciated help from fantastic grandparents on both sides. (THANK YOU!)
Now it’s just straightening the house back up and waiting for Sarah’s flight from L.A. to land in the Bay and going to pick her up in Modesto late tonight. I’m ready to see her, and the kids are pumped to have Mama back!
Maybe I should leave ya’ll with one picture, just for fun.
Riah got me. Strip it off. Toss on a new shirt, add some extra deodorant, and keep going … “It’s the Dad Life!”
“It’s the Dad Life!” (You gotta check out the video!)
—Billy
Surviving. Dad. Living.
Word Count: 59,637 / On Pace: 60,500 / Year’s Goal: 200,000
Please subscribe to mailing list for the Reading Writing Living journey we’re on and get my newsletter goods. Thank you.