Daddyish: MAN VS. CHILD: Surviving Polar Vortex Cabin Fever
Has anyone been on Facebook recently? According to the popular ad-serving, personal-data-farming website, itâ€™s been pretty cold outside recently! I guess theyâ€™re calling it a Polar Vortex. It just seems like â€œJanuaryâ€ to me. Sure, itâ€™s been a tough stretch, but still, itâ€™s just winter.
Itâ€™s icy, itâ€™s wet, itâ€™s snowy in a lot of places, but above all, itâ€™s cold. Like, painfully cold. Which means going outside is not desirable. Unfortunately, when you have kids, staying inside isnâ€™t necessarily desirable either. BECAUSE THATâ€™S WHERE THE KIDS ARE. But just because your kids annoy you doesnâ€™t mean you can open the door and let them freeze to death â€“ at least, so says my wife. And the authorities. So, peace and quiet be damned, you have to keep them inside. Because if itâ€™s painfully cold for a hardy adult like Yours Truly, itâ€™s dangerously cold for my three-year-oldâ€™s delicate, porcelain skin. Which means Iâ€™ve been forced to spend most of the Polar Vortex sequestered inside with my son for long stretches of time.
Iâ€™m not about to explain hypothermia and frostbite and mortality to my kid, so instead I just have to distract him. And that ainâ€™t easy. Not shockingly, Iâ€™ve taken to calling it the Polar BORE-texâ„¢! (Copyright Dad and Buried).
Hereâ€™s a list of activities Iâ€™ve been employing to entertain my son and survive the latest cold snap.
MAN VS. CHILD
TV â€“ Holy shit the amount of TV my kid has watched this winter is INSANE. Donâ€™t judge me; when you canâ€™t go outside youâ€™ve gotta kill some time! Besides, itâ€™s therapeutic to sit back and enjoy a margarita while watching the sun-soaked adventures of â€œJake and the Neverland Piratesâ€, and my son is learning TONS about doubloons!
Trains â€“ I donâ€™t understand the obsession with trains. I donâ€™t know any adult men who are into trains, at least not the kind of trains that one can speak about in mixed company. Or any company. But every single little boy I know worships the fucking things. My son got like 4 new trains sets for Christmas! But itâ€™s fine. They keep him occupied. I think heâ€™d skip his meals to keep pushing those stupid toy locomotives around and thatâ€™s fine with me. As long as he stops with the ear-splitting â€œchoo-choo!!!â€
Drinking Our Own Pee â€“ Come on, Iâ€™m not crazy. This only happens by accident.( Donâ€™t judge. HEâ€™S STILL FIGURING OUT THE POTTY THING!)
Building Forts â€“ Every kid loves forts. But Iâ€™m taking it to another level. The forts I build with my son arenâ€™t that big, but they are dimly lit and they have no exits. I throw the kid in there and Iâ€™m able to hop in the shower and surf the net for a good two hours before he crawls his way out. It keeps him occupied, and all that crawling around looking for a way out burns off tons of energy. One time he even fell asleep in there. Itâ€™s genius. You can barely even hear his anguished cries from behind all the couch cushions!
More Trains â€“ IT NEVER ENDS.