Diary of a Stay at Home Dad: Is there a doctor in the house?

Paging Dr Vinnie Boom Bots, Dr Vinnie Boom Bots please report to the sick ward.

In case you were wondering the sick ward is here…

Not puking, just napping

Not puking, just napping











…and here.  Tracy is on the other side of the bed, but I’m not allowed to show her.

Lenny the Lamb always has Frank's back

Lenny the Lamb always has Frank’s back











The sickness has finally found us.  We had been dodging the germs so well too. Everybody has a temp except me.  Everybody is consequently laying in bed, except me.

The baby is not a good patient.  She’s needy, demanding, impatient and cranky.  Had about enough of her.  Frank and Anne Marie (pictured), on the other hand are model patients.  Frank just needs Lenny, an iPad with Thomas cartoons queued up, his juice, a pop-tart and he’s good to go.

Anne Marie, well, she just goes helpless and really only needs to be held.  That I can do all day.  AM had been doing well.  We have made it through the majority of the flu season without an issue.  Of the 3 sickos here she has the slightest temp and nothing else.  One more month of flu season and we will declare victory.  It’s been a long winter as she’s been confined to the house and restricted from visitors other than direct family members.  Come April she should be a free range chicken and make some appearances outdoors for the first time in a long while.

I have found some benefits to everyone being felled by slight fevers and congestion. Everyone naps all day.  Drug em all up, tuck em in bed and the house gets pretty quiet. Aside from the running up and down the stairs with food and drink requests, finding a wayward binker, or re-fluffling a pillow, it’s been a long but tame week and a half.  Well, tame as far as sick wards go anyway.

The one hazard, Frank has taken up residence in our bed.  And since Tracy has taken up residence there as well and according to the Pauli exclusion principle two objects can’t occupy the same place at the same time, Frank is on my side of the bed. (of course Pauli was referring to electrons, but Frank moves like an electron sometimes so the analogy works)

A quick shout out to Grammy and Uncle Butch & Aunt Sally as they have stepped in to take AM out of the house when the other two were at their sickest.

Things will be a little slow at Frank’s Place for a bit as we continue to deal with the plague.

Stay healthy my friends.

14 comments on “Diary of a Stay at Home Dad: Is there a doctor in the house?

  1. Anonymous says:

    Had the puking thing run through here…I was the only one left standing…probably built up immunity from all those yrs of patients puking on me! Hang in there dude!

  2. Shirley Stine says:

    I’m the only one here currently not ill. I’m looking for an island to send mine to. One where the cable works and I can go to my happy place. My happy place currently is my office, so you can see the extent if it here.

    • fmlinardo says:

      We’ve actually done what you’re only dreaming about. Tracy and Frank had to go to her mom’s house until he gets better. Just me and Anne Marie in a very quiet house.

  3. tracye1 says:

    Feeling your pain, except sans bebe…had the crud here this week and dang it….I’m starting to run a fever, but I’m trying to ignore it and use the force against it. (there’s been a lot of Star Wars here this week). Hang tight!!!

  4. We were all sick about two weeks ago except for Maggie, so she got to be our errand-girl. Fun times.

  5. Chris Coyne says:

    “Frank moves like an electron…” — instant classic…

  6. Hope you’ve all recovered now. I love the way babies can sleep anywhere!!!

    • fmlinardo says:

      Thanks Ellie. Another day or two and we should be right as rain. Isn’t that something. I wish I could just lay down anywhere and knock off for a few hours.

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