Man, am I learning valuable daddy lessons on this Martian family vacashun.
"Hey you, lift the heavy stuff and yes, it's your fault."
Here's another one -- when you decide to share a family vacation bed with your 16-month-old, be prepared for the kickboxing bedroll boogie and the toddler-WWF head-scissor lock. Also, since Mama's pregnant, the new baby keeps
us all her in a hormonal head-scissor lock.
Yes, it's my fault. I'll load the car.
Don't get me wrong -- we had a
psychotically different great time visiting Mama's family in Yuma before arriving back in San Diego today for tons of animal kingdom fun, and Nonna (mother-in-law) has been an invaluable travel companion -- it's just that this daddy feels like an infant, even acting like one.
The work cord regenerates and reconnects like a James Cameron special effect and simultaneously dumbs down my already stumble-bumble daddiness.
What the hell? I'm really not this useless, especially when my hand is right in front of my face.
Front of my face. Hand. Face. Wait, what?
It's not that I'd rather be channeling Kerouac like in the old days when me and Mama traveled the world together (although it was coolsville, Daddy-O), it's just that I need to better practice what I preach -- mindful presence of family when with family.
Work is hell. Or was that war? Family is fun. Or was that the red wine in Rome? Anyway, the fact is the trenches will be there when you return -- I'm talking about work now, not family, so pay attention -- particularly when you have such a great team as I do.
Leaders develop dependable autonomous teams. Families need dependable autonomous daddies.
Don't fail to learn. Learn from failing. That's what well-regulated dopamine production is supposed to help you do.
I blame the dope. Let it try to load the damn car.