Why does this constitute a Baby Daddy story? Jacques came to hang out with my wife and I this past weekend. While it was a fun time, I realized that there are certain aspects of pregnancy that I have become numb to. Case and Point: The Shining. I know I am a late bloomer, but I saw The Shining for the first time on Saturday. For those who don't know (Spoiler Alert!), Jack Nicholson is in it, gets stressed to shit, and tries to kill his family.
After the movie, my wife turned to me and asked about stress. She commented that when she has stress, or is upset, she will talk to me, talk to her mother, and have a good cry. She then asked what I do for stress. My wife's concern was that she never sees me stressed out or angry, and without a proper release I might go Jack Nicholson on her and our future kid(s). I explained to her that it is hard to be stressed or angry when I am either picking up heavy-ass weight or training Krav Maga. On a side note, I now deadlift 315 lbs for my warm-up. Yes, I am bragging. No, I don't have cause to. It wasn't until I shared this story with my folks that they highlighted the absurdity of my wife worrying that I would become a homicidal maniac.
And so that's it. This is a short story. I know, I know. You feel incomplete. To be fair, I thought it would take longer to explain my love of coffee. I also thought i would have more to tell about Jacques's visit, and The Shining. And to be fair, I need to leave you with a cliffhanger for Baby Daddy 11. And unlike Friday the 13th, Halloween, Rocky, or any of the other movie that has a stupid number of repetitive sequels, this one will be about my experience as a Baby Daddy.
Oh, and here is a random video for you. Because Pandas.
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