A Look Inside an Exciting, Fun-Filled Week for Daddy

I continue on my way to the dentist. That’s right. I have a dentist appointment. It’s important that I keep my teeth healthy so I can keep eating steak and burgers.

It’s always an exciting time at our house. That happens with four kids in the house and one at college. Sometimes, it’s a little more exciting than Wife and I would like.

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Brave daddies and mommies everywhere have rejoiced and thanked the school gods for delivering their children to the Land of Learning for a few hours. This too-brief respite provides pestered parents everywhere a chance to get things done, even if those things include streaming an episode they’ve been wanting to watch for days.

Our domestic roster has children in college, high school, middle school, and elementary school. It’s the educational perfecta of parenting.

I want to give a little insight to the fun we had on one particular week. This was a time of obligations and responsibilities that involved my children. It was days of driving and hustling that made me glad for my CD collection (Yes, I still have CDs).

Monday

We begin our fun-filled week the same way we start every morning. The Oppressed and I walk to the bus stop. This gives us a chance to catch up on things. She asks me what my day has in store for me and what I’m going to do while she is tortured – I mean – in school. She also fills me in on all the drama on the bus and in school. Middle school has opened her eyes to how petty people can be and how they need to share every last detail of something with the people of homeroom and the lunch table. My daughter makes sure she doesn’t miss any details when she’s sharing with me.

Slugger has a doctor’s appointment. It’s a follow-up to a follow-up. I think his doctor is eyeing some investment property up Lake Winnipesaukee. This calls for a little shuffle in the afternoon chores and responsibilities. The appointment means Slugger won’t be taking the bus home. He’s getting out of school early. He doesn’t mind this at all, so he’s willing to suck it up and deal with the small inconvenience in his schedule.

The doctor’s appointment means I won’t be able to pick up The Boy from school. This will cut into our two-minute conversation when we drive home. (The Boy doesn’t allow me to walk). This means The Gaggle steps in and walks him home. They don’t drive. The Boy needs to put on his big-boy pants and hoof it to the house. I’m sure to hear about it when I return home.

Tuesday

Tuesday morning begins with the usual hustle and bustle of getting children up and getting them to the bus stop. After the bus leaves with two of the cherubs, I head back to the house for a few precious minutes of quiet time with the dog before The Boy makes his presence known.

Breakfast. Back upstairs to get dressed. I look a few things over while the child gets ready for his day at school. We arrive at school; the boy departs the car. I continue on my way to the dentist. That’s right. I have a dentist appointment. It’s important that I keep my teeth healthy so I can keep eating steak and burgers.

A little something from Widowmaker Brewery because I was a good boy at the dentist.

The weather’s a little iffy. I’m wondering if soccer practice is going to happen for The Boy, but that’s in the afternoon. Right now, I’m focused on making it to the dentist. It’s a successful visit. God bless the hygienist for having Bob Seger playing in the room.

If you’ll just come with me, you’ll see the beauty of Tuesday afternoon.

The Moody Blues

The Boy’s soccer practice was originally scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, but Mother Nature had other plans. We underwent a deluge of rain. It was nice to see the rain given the dry summer we had, but after the game they had on the previous weekend, a practice soon after the game wouldn’t hurt.

Our coach can’t control the weather, though, and the practice is moved to Friday.

Wednesday

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Wife and I had some quality time together on Wednesday. Our day began at school where we had a meeting for one of our students. Nothing was wrong. They were transferring and everyone wanted to make sure the transition had been a smooth one so far.

Wednesday night meant an Open House at the High School, where I got to meet Slugger’s teachers. Everyone raved about my boy and how much they enjoy having him in their classed. I went home and passed the glad tidings on to Slugger, who responded to the compliments with grunts and shrugs.

Thursday

Thursday was a day of trying to catch up with things around the house. I did the best I could. There were some things to get at the grocery store. People need to eat.

Four kids at four different schools. It’s fun.

It was an interesting day for me. I needed to shop and catch up on things around the house. There always seems to be things that pop up on you when the kids get out of school early. This was one of those times. Luckily, I was able to be back in time to collect the children. They, of course, enjoyed the free afternoon.

Children got home and got through their homework. Once that was complete, it was off to the familiar refuge of YouTube and other assorted screens. I spent the afternoon cooking dinner. I needed to get this done earlier than usual as there was another Open House at another school that evening. Four kids at four different schools. It’s fun.

This time I’m at the elementary school. I get a look at The Boy’s classroom. This is always an interesting and exciting time. It allows me to find out what’s going on while he’s in school enriching his mind and preparing himself as the future of our country. I see his desk. It’s quite the sight to see. I ask him about the desk when I get back that night. He assures me it never looks that bad and it will be taken care of and righted as soon as he sets foot in school tomorrow.

Coronavirus Test

A friend needed this.

As I’ve said before, it’s been an interesting week. It gets better. There’s been a prescription that’s been waiting to be picked up at the pharmacy. On my way home, I take an opportunity to stop at the pharmacy and pick up the prescription. While I’m on my way to the store, I hear my phone buzzing. I can’t see what’s happening, after all. I’m driving, and it would be irresponsible for me to look at my phone.

Their house isn’t far from where I live, and it means I get to do a little extra driving. Everyone wins.

I get to the store and check my phone immediately upon parking. Friends who live nearby may have a Coronavirus case in the home. There is a call for help. If anyone can spare or find a test kit, these people would be most grateful. The thread soon fills with answers from people seeing what they can do. I write back, informing them I just happen to be at the pharmacy and can pick up a couple of tests for them. Their house isn’t far from where I live, and it means I get to do a little extra driving. Everyone wins.

I end the night with a beer, go to bed, and wake up to Friday. Friday was so exciting it’s getting its own post.

How the Dad fought sickness. How Dad got Better.

(Based on “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” by Dr. Seuss)

Kids in the house had foreheads so hot.
Daddy didn’t like it, no he did not.
He didn’t understand. It was past flu season.
Why are they sick? What could be the reason?


Kids feel like their heads don’t feel right.
Kids feel their noses are too tight.
It’s real bad. The most sickly child of all
Feels like their nose is two sizes too small.


Whatever the problem, the head or the nose,
We’re hating this illness – flu or just colds.

My Kids are Sick

Tissues in formation for
sickly people in need.


Seeing them in bed, their sad little frowns.
Everyone’s sick. The sickest family in town.
I knew every child, downstairs and up,
all were sick. Just please don’t throw up.


“They’re running a fever,” I said with some gloom,
Wondering why the littles must be in my room.
Then I thought with paranoia nervously running,
How do I prevent my own illness from coming?


One day soon, I knew, being this close to kids
Breathing on me, would put my own health on the skids.
And then! Oh, the coughing, the sneezing, the noise.
Noise, Noise, Noise!


Who would cook the wife’s and children’s great feasts?
Cajun recipes, exotic dishes, upon which to feast.
FEAST, FEAST, FEAST!
Who would make them their food, their lovely grilled meats?
It was something this Daddy couldn’t stand in the least.


I know they’ll do something I like least of all.
Every kid in this house, the tall and the small,
Will come one-by-one like Christmas bells ringing
They’ll stand at my bed like fallen angels singing
And they’ll say there’s no clothes, and, “I’m hungry, Dad.”
DAD, DAD, DAD!
And the more I thought of these needy kids,
I knew I must put being sick on the skids.
For two weeks I’ve put up with coughing and fits.
I must find a way to end all of it.

Dad isn’t Feeling Well

Then I got a feeling. An awful feeling.
Daddy got a terrible, awful feeling.
Whatever shall I do? What’s this in my throat?
I’m walking around with medicine in my coat!

Cough drops come in handy for the coughing
and scratchy throat.


I sniffled and coughed. This isn’t fun.
Another symptom for me, and I will be done.
All I need is green tea and I will be hopping
But green tea was scarce because no one was shopping.
Do we have any juice? “No,” children said.
I’ll drink me some water, then off to bed.


I went under the covers with a stuffy head.
The next day I drove the kids to their school.
Then back home stumbling like a fool.
I opened the window for a little fresh air.
The state of the kitchen gave me a scare.
I’ll close my eyes first, then see what’s down there.


I tucked myself in. My eyelids went down.
The dirtiest house, now the sickest in town.
But Wife soon went shopping. Green tea filled the air.
Daddy needed tea, sherbet, and care.

Dad still Fights Sickness

Freeze pops help, too.


I faced another day in bed. Can’t leave there.


My throat was scratchy, my stuffy nose hissed.
I rolled over in bed, tissues in fist.
I slid out of bed, went into the kitchen
and grabbed some of that green tea I was missin’.


Water boiling, I sat for a moment or two.
Hoping to myself that it’s not the flu.
Tea bag in cup. Hot water flows.
“This illness,” I said, “Has just got to go.”
I slithered back in bed, feeling most unpleasant.
Kids sick in the past. I’m sick in the present.
Sudafed, Nyquil, hot tea with honey.
Cough drops and Gatorade; It’s really not funny.

DayQuil and NyQuil help me function.


Tissues and boxes in trash bags so nimbly.
Multiple bags filled one-by-one, by Jiminy.
I’m just having fruit and sherbet and teas.
No mashed potatoes. I can’t have roast beast!

Watch Daddy Take Care of Himself

I cleaned out that icebox of juices and fruits.
Why, I even took some iced tea to boot!
Then I drank all of my juice up with glee.
“And NOW,” grinned Daddy, “I will catch me some Z’s!”
So, I climbed into bed, and I’m ready to snore,
And I heard the small sound of one kid, maybe more.
I raised my head fast; I saw a young kid.
The Oppressed, who wanted to know what I did.
I had been caught by my youngest daughter
Who wanted to see if I wanted some water.

Daughter Loves her Dad

She stared at me and said, “Daddy, why”
“Why are you stuck in your bed? WHY?”
But, you know, this daddy is smart, though he’s sick.
I gave her my answer. I thought of it quick.
“Why, my sweet little tot,” The sick daddy told,
“Daddy’s got sniffles, a headache, and cold”
“I’m taking it easy in my bedroom, my dear.”
“I’m getting some rest and recovery here.”


My daughter heard the answer. I patted her head.
She brought me a drink as I went to bed.
And when The Oppressed left me with my cup,
I took me a nap with my nose still stuffed up.
Then the last thing I did before closing my eyes
Was wish to be better, then exhaled a sigh.
And the one little sound that I heard in the house
Was Kitty’s tail swishing as she tracked down a mouse.


I was feeling the same as my kids felt before:
Achy and tired and sniffling and sore.
Whatever the time, I know teens still a-bed.
Some kids are out playing. At least I’m not dead.

Dad is Doing Everything he Can

Tucked under blankets with meds and green tea,
along with the fruit and hot tea with honey.
Plenty of food and medicine ingested,
I just need to feel healthy and rested.
“Pooh-pooh to all this,” I was grumbly humming,
“This is how my kids were succumbing.
“If could wake up feeling fresh and anew,
“I could play catch for a minute or two
“Then the boy could go out and get fresh air, too.”


That is fun that this daddy simply MUST have.
Daddy rested, pulling blankets to his face
Hearing nothing, not a sound in the place.
My snores started slow, then started to grow.
I suppose it did, ‘cuz my wife told me so.
I slept and I snored, then I drank some more juice
and after days of suffering, I shook my illness loose.


Dad Feels Better. Dad Feels Good!

I woke up one day, popped open my eyes.
I could eat solid food, what a pleasant surprise!
We had all gotten better. The tall and the small
Were functioning. I could watch the boy hit the ball!
Homework had stopped, then restarted. It CAME!
I cooked meals no one ate. It was back to the same.
And Daddy resumed duties of the day,
Driving his youngest children to school both ways.
I can cook food and clean, and pick up the clothes.
I don’t need to worry ’bout this runny nose.
And I puzzled for hours, and puzzled some more.
I was happy to feel as I had felt before.
I was happy to be well, not feeling sore.


And I can now do a little, and a little bit more.
And what happens next? Well, like they say,
my sinuses had grown three sizes those days (they do say that).
And now my head doesn’t feel so tight.
I start my workload at first morning light.
I’m picking up toys, and I’m cooking feasts.
That’s great! I, myself, love me roast beast!

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A Great Cup of Coffee to Start Your Morning

A gif of a cup being filled with coffee.
My daily perk

We all have our morning routines. If you’re like me, your routine includes a cup of coffee. Coffee helps me face the day and the challenges that come with it. It helps me wake up and I like to have something nice to drink when I am writing, reading, and/or editing.

I make coffee first thing in the morning. I am usually the first one up, but sometimes, The Oppressed or The Boy will be up waiting for me. The Boy, bless his heart sometimes takes a slight interest in something I am doing. If I am going to have a beer, he likes to open it for me. If I am going to pour it into a glass, he likes to pour it for me. It’s not a difficult task and he enjoys doing it, so I will let him.

The Boy has recently been up when I get up. This recent development is due to coffee. He doesn’t want to drink it. He wants to help me make it. By “help”, I mean he wants to make it. Himself. With no help from me.

The Boy makes sure he is up when I am up because, if I waited for him to get up at his normal time and make the coffee, I would be waiting for almost an hour for him. Plus, there’s the issue of his deciding what he wants for breakfast (that takes at least 20 minutes), getting ready for school (another 10-15 minutes), and finding his way to the car for the ride to school.

A boy filling a coffee pot with water.
Getting the water all by himself.

The Process of Making Coffee

We start with the filter. I put the filter in and get the tin of coffee for the boy. The boy scoops the coffee out of the tin. I count for him. He admonishes me. He’s counting, not me. He doesn’t want any help.

On one of his first mornings of making coffee, I made him upset. Why, you ask? I wasn’t sure he could handle making it from the sink to the coffee machine with a pot full of water. I thought I was doing The Boy a favor by pouring the water into the machine for him. This was no favor and The Boy made sure I knew this. He wanted to do it all by himself, including pouring the water.

I’m only his father. What do I know? It’s not like I’ve been making coffee for 30 years.

The next day, he was up and ready to make coffee for me and Wife. He scooped the coffee into the machine. I got a cup out of the cabinet for him. He asked me what this was for. I told him it was to pour the water into the machine. Like an idiot, I thought it would be easier for him to use a smaller cup and make multiple trips between the sink and the coffee machine.

He told me no and reminded me about the coffee pot that comes with the machine. He was going to take the pot, fill it with water and pour it into the machine. Again, the boy is strong, but he is also a boy. I explain to him that it would be easier if he used the smaller cup and made more than one trip, but I’m only his father. What do I know? It’s not like I’ve been making coffee for 30 years.

I put the stool down for him. He promptly picks it up and puts it back down. He’s doing it all by himself.

We’re able to reach a compromise. The boy will use the pot and he will also use a stepstool. I put the stool down for him. He promptly picks it up and puts it back down. He’s doing it all himself.

The Process of Moving Coffee

Coffee scooped, water poured, machine turned on. Now the boy can have breakfast. He has breakfast while the coffee brews. The coffee is done. He hurries to the cabinet to get a cup for Wife. The boy proudly pours his mother a cup of coffee and is ready to bring it upstairs to her.

A boy pouring cream into a cup of coffee.
Making Mom’s coffee all by himself.

Along the way, he must deal with the dog, the gate that closes off the stairs, and the stairs, which can be tricky for a boy holding a cup of coffee. I offer to hold the cup of coffee for him while he opens the gate, but no. He doesn’t need my help. He’s doing this all by himself. As a parent, I’m not exactly thrilled with the idea of my son holding a hot cup of coffee while he walks across the house and up the stairs. He has thought of this, though. He uses a towel to protect his hands as he makes his way through said house and stairs.

He makes it upstairs and into the bedroom. He proudly presents his mother with a cup of coffee that he made all by himself. No help from his father at all. Wife thanks him and begins to enjoy her coffee. I go back to my reading and writing as I sip on my coffee poured from a pot that he made all by himself.

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Men at Work

We had a small problem in the backyard recently. The ladder to the swing set broke. It wasn’t too bad. It was just certain rungs and just one side that needed to be fixed.

This is to be expected. We’ve had the set for years and our yard was the yard that everyone congregated at before Coronapalooza hit us. Countless children have played in our yard and made up numerous games in and around the swing set.

The trouble was brought to my attention one day. I stopped what I was doing to survey the damage and figure out what could be done. A brilliant flash then hit me. I looked at The Boy, who has told all who will listen that he will be working 10 jobs when he grows up. To our benefit, one of the jobs he will work will be in construction. I asked The Boy if he wanted to do a construction project. He enthusiastically said, “Yes,” and ran inside to grab his gear: Reflective vest, tool belt, helmet. We went to the basement to get a measuring tape for his belt. I grabbed a claw hammer, some pliers, a staple gun. I wait for times like these when I can do something with my son. Cartoons and baseball is still a no-no, so I take what I can get.

The father-son repair project “Before” photo. There is no “After” photo.

We get to the swing set. The Boy needs to measure the steps that are being repaired. He measures and marks them with a pencil. I haven’t removed the nails or the staples yet, but he needs to measure anyway. I remove the staples and nails. The Boy measures again. I line up the rungs and staple them in. Some need more than one. No problem. It just may take a minute or two longer than expected. Suddenly, The Boy needs to use the bathroom. He just went before he started, but he’s Union. On his way back to the project, he sees his bike. He just wants to ride it for a minute before he comes back to work. He never came back. His vest is on the patio. I pick it up along with his measuring tape and the rest of the tools and put them back on the bench. Our two-minute bonding session comes to an end.