Mood: not sure
I absolutely love me son. He is the world. He's so smart, funny, handsome (don't know where he gets it), and so easy going. So why is it that when my wife says she's spending the weekend away to do some freelance work, I get cold sweats and horrible thoughts of me failing as a father?
Joe is a great kid. He's 99% of the time an easy-going little squirt that loves to play, shout, and laugh. But there are times when he's an overflowing handful...and that makes me worried. He goes through these spells where he won't eat, won't sleep, won't stop crying until you pick him up. For being a 1-year old, he sure is moody. What's a guy to do?
My wife and I have the luxury of being able to keep him out of daycare. I work, the wife stays home. That's how it's been since day one of Joey being born. But Dana's getting tired of not having a career. She says she tires of caring for Joe...and that worries me. But she does a great job with him, he's always smiling when I come home, and for the most part, we all are happy.
I just wish I could do more. There are days when I wish I didn't have to work, and we could all be one giant Familia Americana. But someone's gotta make the bread...but there are times when I have to handle the reigns of a boy who - at any second - could turn into a spewing, screaming shrimp-sized me.
That makes me fear Daddy Day Care...but it also makes me smile. I smile because I know that he's mine, and my actions will directly impact the decisions he makes down the road. Consciously or subconsciously, he's learning - and I love that!
Eddie Murray, eat your heart out - I've got one helluva kid!