Home comforts or cabin fever?
When starting this column last week, I didn’t anticipate having to give up the secrets of what a ‘doesn’t-stay-at-home dad’ does when he has to stay home, especially so early on.
But with the combination of cold rainy days falling directly on ‘ Daddy days’ (my days of care), and George’s bottom teeth giving him a distinct lack of humour, I didn’t feel it was fair to drag him outside unless I really had too.
So what is the answer to the question? What does a ‘doesn’tstay-at-home dad’ do when forced to stay at home?
Well, I take inspiration from those days that you spend outside hiking or biking for hours on end, those times when all you crave is a good hearty feed and to put your feet up beside a warm cosy fire.
So this morning George and I rallied around and got all the household chores taken care of, beds made, the kitchen cleaned, vacuuming was done; albeit with George on one arm and the vacuum in the other.
George helped me carry pine cones inside to stoke the fire and we settled in for story time. George would to and fro between fireside and book box. By noon and a gentle toasting by the fire, George was ready for his nap.
And with George asleep, I got on with the hearty meal part of cabin fever. Dicing some pumpkin, carrots and garlic I popped them into the oven to roast. The base for a delicious pumpkin soup.
Time ticked on, George woke, and the pumpkin was ready. Just add some stock, a quick blend, and throw in some crusty bread to complete the meal. A good end to a day stuck inside. Not to mention I may have scored some brownie points with my wife Ally, for making homemade soup.
Everything was going swimmingly until the final moment. Ally returned home, the soup was warming ... no it wasn’t, it was burning. Damn. Was it the result of cabin fever? Or just dad’s cooking?
Lee Griggs relieves the cabin fever by reading son George books by the fire.