This at Home Dad da is Just a Sucker of a Dad da

It just kills this at Home Dad da, and I think he knows it! Those big tears dripping from his eyes down his cheeks to the floor when I tell my son no; which seems like all the time these days, I cannot deal with it; I am just a bad Dad da.

That never was my weakness when he was younger but it is now, and my kid can cry some big dramatic tears; I am just a bad Dad da. Case in point, just this morning at 9:15 AM

This at Home Dad da was up at four this morning doing what I can do with my Joomla package in peace and quiet before the weekend starts, then all of a sudden it is six and I go get my AM session of Elliptical for 30 minutes, now its 6:30, done; I am just a bad Dad da.

I help sneak the wife’s bike through the house so as not to wake my sleeping mini man with the loud garage door opener who is camping on the couch so she can get her training ride in before the wind starts blowing. She is gone at 6:40 and I continue do what I do; I am a bad Dad da.

This at Home Dad da ate before “He” got up and ate breakfast and “He” is awake at eight, dressed for outside and 8:20 when I make him his waffle for breakfast; I am a bad Dad da.

8:40 he wants to go play at his friends’ house after all Trevor’s garage door is open, it is too early so I say no. I am asked every minute until nine if he can just go see Sierra next door is awake. Sierra is two and a half and her mom has told me in the past they are awake early so at nine I relent. He goes and comes back to get me because he thinks they cannot her his knocks and wants me to pound on the door, I say no; I am a bad Dad da. I talk him into giving up because either they are not home or still asleep at 9:02. He asks to go to Trevor’s house, the Garage is now closed, and I knew none was home, but I take a softer line and let him go, I am a bad Dad da, as I head back in to do my AM Blog ritual.

He follows me back at 9:15 with just the hugest tears flooding down his cheeks saying because I wouldn’t let him go earlier Trevor is now gone because no one answers the door and his garage is closed. I am a bad Dad da in his eyes. Which makes me think why, why am I in a battle with a loved one trying to protect my neighbors’ peace and quiet?

When in fact it would be easier on me, this has been done to us before 9 AM, and that is to have Bryan, a kindergartner knock on the front door to play with my son. It would just be easier to be not respectful or caring and let my son do what he wants when he wants. However, this is not me and hopefully the good things this at Home Dad da learned about life from my Mom and Dad and am trying to pass along to my son stick with him for life.