Día De la Madre

I am very likely the world's second worst husband. Okay, maybe not that bad, but here I am sitting in the hospital on Mother's Day. It's my job. Not my choice. I've become pretty immune to working holidays, as our family doesn't seem to have any huge unmissable events or meanings associated with any particular holiday. Today, however, I am feeling guilty about missing my wife and mother of my children. Perhaps it is because I know that she is dealing with crying children, multiple wardrobe changes due to vomitting/diarrhea, and general fussing of a two and a half year old and two five month olds. Perhaps it is because I love her and couldn't possibly treat her as well as she deserves and I am using the guise of work to lower any expectations that I might have needed to meet.

I just came soooo close to writing a list of why I am glad she is mine and why I am proud she is my baby momma. It nearly induced vomitous in it's sacchrine coating and sugary sweet nothingness. I think I will keep this list to myself, or perhaps write it in a future post once I know that no one is listening and will not face the taunts of my more cynical friends. Anyway, Happy Mother's Day Beautiful! Thank you for everything you do.

I wish my children were famous.

"The way to be a good parent is, if you make a mistake, you make up for it." No, no, no, no no no! This sage advice from a psuedo-celebrity (okay, Lindsay Lohan's mom) indicates much of what is wrong with our child rearing these days. As a parent, a boss, an employee, a human, our job is never to "make up for it." Our job is to get things right. That is the great benefit of mistakes. When we're not busy trying to make up from our foibles, we can actually LEARN from them. Novel idea, I know. I am certainly not the world's best dad (despite what my t-shirt, mug, and plaque tell the visitors to our house) and very likely not the world's best boss (although I like to think the benevolent dictator role fits me well), but I expect my minions, whether they be employed or genetic to learn from their mistakes, just like I do. I am really not fond of apologies, I would rather see the job done correctly the second time around. Perhaps this doesn't fit into parenting as well as work, but I think some of the same principles would do many parents in our country a pant-load of good.

Anyway, I may be totally wrong with this as Mrs. Lohan was recently awarded a parent of the year award. go figure.

Semi-Breaking News

I usually don't write about these things, but secretly relish them, as my mind is like a steel trap for celebrity gossip and pop culture. (My patients wish it was the same for medicine.)

Apparently Mariah Carey married Nick Cannon! Nick Cannon! Nickelodeon? Drumline??? I love that movie.