Sick as a dog, again

November 18, 2007

I’m beginning to wonder if all this riding transit is worth it. Ever since I became a regular transit rider, I’ve been sick two or three times a year.

For the most part, I’m a healthy guy who eats right, exercises and doesn’t overindulge in much of anything – I’m a nerd dad after all. This weekend I’ve managed to make Baby-G sick, which is a reverse of what he did to me a couple of months ago. Anyway, it’s not pretty. The poor little guy was coughing and wiping his runny nose all day. I’m sitting here at 2 a.m. awake and feeling bad as I listen to him hack and sniffle in bed.

The strange thing through all of this is that Momma J doesn’t seem to get sick at all – she rides transit as much as I do. She does have this obsession with eating vegetables, which I don’t share. Maybe this is her secret.

Ultimately, it is a good thing she’s healthy all the time. At least one of us is well enough to take care of the little guy. I’m just not enjoying being the one who has to take the hit for the family all year.


That guilty feeling

November 30, 2006

After finding out the train was down last night, Doug and I headed for the bar.

In the past, I probably would have hung out guilt-free for a couple of hours after calling Momma J to tell her I was stranded. Now, knowing that I’m needed at home for the evening shift, I found myself continually looking at my watch wondering how I was going to get home by eight.

I don’t think Doug noticed too much because he was itching to get to a band practice, which amazingly all of the members made in the end. But I found it odd to have my mind occupied by the weight of responsbility to my family.

For some I think this feeling is a burden, and they find themselves thinking of the good old days. But I can truly say I love coming home to them both. When I walk in the door, I usually rush over to grab the little fella’s big cheeks, which always makes him smile and laugh.

In the end, things turned out fine last night and I was at home in my PJs by 7:30. By 9 me and the little guy had passed out in the living room. And when he woke me up at 11:30 with his feeding whine, I promptly handed him over to his ma and hit the sack, leaving the blog for another day.

Home life may not be too exciting right now, but I love it just the same. I wonder if I’ll be singing the same tune when he is teething in four months.