Terrified Dad

Yesterday I was busy looking after the boy when the phone rang. It was my friend Nick. He wanted to ask me a couple of work related questions, which at that moment in time was fine as my son was fast asleep upstairs having his afternoon nap.

However, my son was born with a special gift that means if Mummy or Daddy really need five minutes quiet, need to do something important or are about to eat then his special gift kicks in and he will magically awaken and start to cause chaos – just at the exact moment you really, really, really need him not to be causing chaos. This is what happened yesterday.

So, as I continued  to speak to Nick,  answering his somewhat technical questions about budgets and systems I got up from my chair, went upstairs and tried to calm my son. When this failed I sought his dummy from where it had rolled under the cot, cleaned it and gave it to him, all the while chatting about the differences between two different computer servers. (riveting, I know!) Unfortunately he was not pacified by his dummy so I put the phone in the crook of my neck, scooped up my baby and headed back downstairs.

When I reached the living room I plopped him down, surrounded him with cushions, answered Nick’s next query and went to make up some milk.  Milk made, I returned to the living room, gave Noah his drink, made sure this calmed him and he was happy, then finished off my conversation with my friend while turning on the dishwasher. And it was then that it struck me…

I have turned into a woman!

This may be my future! Although I suspect Dustin Hoffman has better legs than me!