Being sick is not sick, bruh
Being a sick dad sucks.
To be fair, being a sick anything sucks.
When your throat is in so much agony that every word spoken and every bit of food swallowed equals pain, it's tough to still be a mindful dad.
(Note: it's a little easier when your wife is super caring)
Despite the pain, I was pleasantly surprised by my toddler sons because on numerous occasions they asked me how I was feeling.
In fact, I was woken up this morning by two sets of concerned eyes, the tightest of hugs and loads of "poor daddy" comments. Also, all the sweet, naughty grins a dad could ask for.
Could it be that my goal of raising empathetic and caring human beings might actually becoming a reality?