There is a Reason for the Gaping Hole in My Trousers
Ah, the joys of fatherhood!
This morning, as I was dropping my little guy off at day care, I bent over to pick up his diaper bag and heard a thunderous roar come from behind. No, it wasn't that. It was the sound of my pants splitting.
So, there I was, in a room full of infants, toddlers, and women, with a six inch tear right down the buttocks of my nice pants. Fortunately, I was wearing a jacket, so I could conceal the "important stuff," but it was still embarrassing.
It was 8:20, I have to be at work at 8:30, and home is 25 minutes away. Doesn't take a math genius to figure out that I would be late to work. And I had someone coming in for an interview at 9.
So, I finished handing the baby off to the kind day care people (who were shielding their eyes), and headed home to change my pants.
If this happened to me a year ago, I probably would have been a lot more flustered and upset by the situation. But the fact that I ripped my pants open for a noble cause - getting my son safely in the hands of his caretakers - made it seem not so bad.
The lesson here, if there is one, is that having a child does indeed change everything. It made an impatient guy who hates being late not care about being late.
Tomorrow, I plan to have my shirt burst open while I lift my child out of his car seat.