I’ve been a single parent for about a week – kind of. My wife’s in Boston doing computer training so my son and I have been home alone all week.
I really don’t mind and we actually have a lot of fun when it”s just the two us (don’t get me wrong we will both be glad when she returns). My twenty one month old son and I are both a little “OCD” so the house has never been cleaner. If I leave something out-of-place he puts it back, if he leaves something out-of-place I fix it.
I do need to give my wife credit, she makes it easy on us. She arranged our meals so I don’t have to worry about cooking. She made a big pot of vegetable soup before she left so all I have to do is heat it up a bowl at a time. She also arranged for Blue Ribbon Bakery to make dinner one night. In case you’re not aware, Blue Ribbon Bakery will make almost any kind of casserole for about $12. Most of the dishes will feed 8 people and you can arrange to have the casserole warm and ready to eat when you pick it up. It’s a great service and the food is really good – I can vouch for the lasagna, tuna noodle casserole and the chicken tetrazzini.
The week’s not been easy and we’ve had our challenges. Challenge number one was my hectic schedule. On Tuesday morning I had a 6:30 a.m. meeting and on Wednesday I had 7:15 a.m., 5:20 p.m. and an 8:30 p.m meetings.
Most of the time it’s fairly easy to find a babysitter for my son, he’s fun and fairly self-sufficient – change his diaper, toss him some food and give him a sippy cup and you’re good to go.
It’s easy to find a babysitter unless you need one at 6:00 a.m.!!! I can’t take him to his daytime sitter until 7:30 so I needed someone to come to the house and stay with him until my early morning meetings were finished and then I would return home, dress him and take him to the sitter. Let me be the first to tell you – you will not find many highschool girls who are able to babysit at 6:00 a.m. No matter, I got it worked out. A family friend helped Tuesday morning, my Father traveled into Clinton to help Wednesday morning and Tammy Woirhaye kept him Wednesday evening so obstacle number one was overcome!
Obstacle number two is a bit “touchy”. My son has a virus of some kind. He acts fine, plays, eats, drinks, kind of sleeps, you really can’t tell there’s anything wrong. You can’t tell there’s anything wrong unless you change his diaper that is!
He has frequent, pungent and explosive DIARRHEA. The symptoms started Saturday and have persisted for several days. I spoke to the medical provider in my family (my wife the nurse) and she said as long as he’s eating, taking in plenty of fluids and acting normal there’s really not much else to do (easy for her to say, she’s in Boston).
No big deal, I can change a diaper and I can keep his sippy cup full what I can’t hardly do is look at his bottom. He has the worst case of diaper rash known to mankind. His bottom is bright red and I’m pretty sure you can see his bottom glow when the lights are off. I should call Mayo Clinic or Children’s Mercy, they may want to do a case study on his bottom!
Last night I put him in the bath tub and he said to me “booty hurt Daddy, booty hurt Daddy”. I didn’t even know he knew the word booty and I’m not sure where he learned it but my guess is from his Mother. Booty is not a word I use and not a word I would encourage a 21 month old to use but that’s beside the point. His bottom / booty hurts and he is apparently tougher than I am because the sight of it alone makes me want to cry.
After the bath I dried him off, careful not to touch his bottom or booty whichever you prefer, and then I lifted him onto his changing table and began to apply copious amounts of butt paste (Dr. Boudreaux’s Butt Paste is good stuff and it does seem to heal diaper rash rather well – if you ever find yourself or a loved one a little chafed, I’d recommend it). Each time I touched his bottom he said “ouch”, he didn’t scream, he didn’t cry, he simply said “ouch”. The kid’s both tough and smart because I guess he realized a little discomfort now is better than a lot later.
I finished the ointment application, changed his diaper, put on his pajamas, filled his sippy cup and began our nightly ritual of reading three books before bed. We read the books and he started to doze off.
Just when I thought he’d fallen asleep he looked up at me and said “booty medicine Daddy”. That Boudreaux’s Butt Paste must be addictive because he was “jonesing” for another hit!