Since becoming a dad, I have found that a lot of the things I enjoyed alone have been taken away from me. Yes it is just as dramatic as is sounds and I am a little upset about it. Everyone needs some alone time. I actually think I wrote a whole post about it a few months back. This time it was a different and very personal.
Lat night my sister-in-law got very sick with that crazy stomach bug that I had on Monday. It was the “coming out of both ends and I think I am going to die” bad. So my caring wife left me home to parent by myself so she could take care of her sister. No problem because I have been alone with my kid tons of times and it was a piece of cake.
After cleaning the kitchen, putting away her toys, and folding and putting away laundry I started to have the urge to “drop some kids off at the pool.” K-Dub was following me around everywhere so I knew that it was going to be impossible to shut her out of the bathroom and I needed to see what her little tiny genius hands were going to get into. So I cracked the door a little.
So I am sitting on “The Throne” doing my thing. It was actually quite peaceful. I sent some tweets, looked at my friends pictures on Facebook, and looked at some posts on my WordPress Reader. Then K-Dub comes crashing through the door like a swat officer. She looked at me and started laughing. I thought that she might leave but she then closed the door all the way. Then she sat on the floor and started to play. It was awkward. I never thought I would ever be doing my business with my daughter standing there. Looking back on it was really funny that she kept having a conversation with herself.
This morning something happened that never does. My kid actually slept in until eight. I was so excited. I actually got a shower and made it through my whole bathroom routine uninterrupted. I even made a cup of coffee to celebrate.
One thing I have learned is that you have to treasure your most sacred rituals like taking a poo or enjoying your morning coffee. You never know when your kid will come in and ask you a question. Some people may think this is harsh and mean but I just call it parental survival.