The Man Cub (updates and excuses)

It's been brought to my attention that I don't really write much about the single biggest, most intense ongoing personal experience in my life right now. Upon reflection, I realize there's a couple of reasons for this:

A) I'm not that kinda guy. My opinions are right there for the taking. But laying my feelings out in precise detail could reveal more about me than I mean to, so I hold them pretty close (unless we're talking about feelings of anger, contempt, hopelessness, etc.). And I couldn't write about The Man Cub without my feelings spilling out all over the place, and like I said, that kind of mess could take a long time to clean up.

B) What could I possibly say that hasn't already been said before, and by better writers? I flatter myself that I may have something original to express about matters political from time to time, or about various aspects of Geekdom, but everybody has worked parenting and kids to death. From the book of Genesis to Shakespeare to Cosby to The Missus, no stone has been left unturned. I know when I'm outclassed.

C) Honestly, between the 9-5 job, the freelance, the various and sundry mini personal crises (they cancelled the Sinead concert!?) and Man Cub duties, who the bloody hell has time to write except when pure outrage demands it?

Case in point - 20 minutes have elapsed since that last sentence and this one, but another round of parental duties have been dispatched.

I'll say this much about the boy: He's beautiful and smart and laughs at the right times, and so what if he doesn't crap for the better part of a week, thinks reveille is at 4 a.m. and pretty much can't do a damn thing for himself including sit up? According to his mother, he's hitting all the necessary milestones at the correct times and when he's not keeping me from sleeping and working, he makes me smile like nothing else.

Okay? I wouldn't trade this shit for anything. It's totallly, 100% worth it, and if it wasn't, I'd be complaining bitterly about it right here, all the time. I am that kinda guy.

It's also exhausting and it's aging me like nothing has since crystal meth did in the 80s… or the Clinton impeachment in the 90s… but thanks to the boy, I don't need to live forever anymore either. And as life-shortening stress-inducers go, I'm enjoying Fatherhood more than I did drug addiction and political calumny put together.