You know those are actually called “recipes,” right?
I’m just going to leave this here.
No penguins were hurt.
Sometimes, I can’t help myself: I judge other dads and moms. Especially those whose parenting approaches are a little unorthodox…
dadscribe gets all judgey on Today Parents about the new show Extreme Guide To Parenting.
And he enlisted my help to make it extra judgey.
Thanks for the advice. As of this morning, the splinter was still in there. But, I can’t feel it now. So, either it came out or some sort of terrible infection is setting in.
I’m in a kind of terrible cycle in which, when I’m home and the boys want to play, I’m too tired to do anything more than just sit on the floor in the same room as them. And when I have a rare moment to work on a project, I’m too tired to even write.
And both hanging out with the boys and working on my creative endeavors are so important to me, that when I can’t engage in those moments, I end up feeling like I’ve failed, like I’ve wasted my time and the time of others.
I go to bed tired and I waked up tired. Coffee doesn’t do anything nor does exercise.
I’m in a constant state of just staring blankly at things and people and my mind broadcasts a low hiss of television static.
I know this is temporary, just a phase of the moon or a vitamin deficiency or an interstellar parasite. But, that doesn’t make me feel any better.
UPDATE: I wrote the above part earlier in the evening. Afterward, I walked to our neighborhood pool to swim in an attempt to bleach the feeling away with chlorine. I got there and some family was splashing around making laps impossible and on my way back home, I stepped on a splinter that I can’t get out of my foot.
It’s 9 pm as I write this. I’m gonna see if bourbon will help both my mood and the splinter.
UPDATE 2: It worked on my mood. Not the splinter.
Bill Cosby, Fatherhood