Stella’s Sock Puppet
In other words, I’ve been given a forum to complain.
This man is never home. When he is home he’s distracted, jetlagged, and obsessively bemoaning the perils of catching the ubiquitous barf/poop bug. He makes me pick out his wardrobe every day, he leaves shoes and glasses and half-eaten pretzels all over the house, and never gets home in time to pick up his dry cleaning. His knowledge of world events is negligible and his addiction to the Blackberry/cellphone/laptop axis of evil is insufferable. In short, his focus on BzzAgent has rendered Dave largely myopic to the world around him.
But not entirely.
He is a spectacular, uninhibited, joyous dad who clearly cherishes the precious time he spends with our daughter, Stella. He will fix everything that’s broken in our old home in a blaze of Saturday energy. He makes me laugh. He’s just as pissed off at Britney Spears as the next person. In short, and fully embracing the triteness of the following sentiment, he’s still the same guy I knew before he got so busy.
In the ten+ years that I’ve known Dave he’s had groundbreaking ideas galore - mixed in with his fair share of half-baked concepts. Ever the prankster, there was the time he told my coworker to put medicated Tucks pads on his razor burned neck and he ended up having to go on antibiotics to reduce the ensuing inflammation. Then there were the agonizing long-hair years, which segued into the gigantic sideburn years. Hang on a sec while I shudder a few times…