A couple of weekends ago, I went on vacation. (In addition to some of my other fringe benefits, my boss gives me a few days a year for vacation.)
But Steely Dad, how does a stay-at-home dad (SAHD) go on vacation? Isn’t your entire life a vacation?
To that I answer, “Well, yes it is,” but that’s not the point. The point is, like anyone else, I too require some time away. How does that happen with kids? Steely Wife simply takes over. Thanks hun!
So on this vacation, we went to stay with my best bud at his lake house in Elkhart Lake, WI. In a word, it was AWESOME!
I went wake boarding for the first time. It took me a few times to get the hang of it (don’t laugh; remember it was my first time) but here’s some video: Steely Dad Wakeboarding
My buddy also has a bunch of dirt bikes and quads so we went out to his track and tore it up. I’ve ridden dirt bikes a few times before (I am, after all, from El Cajon, CA, home of many a Supercross hero) but I wouldn’t call myself an expert. Here’s some footage: Steely Dad Riding Dirt Bikes
And just to round off the weekend, we also did some skeet shooting. Again, I’m no expert like my mother-in-law (who is an accomplished competitive trap and skeet shooter) but I do OK: Steely Dad Skeet Shooting
It was just an amazing time and one I hope to relive again soon. You might be thinking with all the dangerous sports in which I partook that injury would be inevitable. Well, funny thing about that. I did actully hurt my knee but it was an injury unrelated to the aforementioned activities and didn’t occur until the following weekend. Want to know how I hurt it? Of course you do. I wish I had some gripping story, like I was wrestling alligators or something, but alas it would not be an honest tale (like the ones above). I hurt my knee jumping up in the air. Yea, just jumping up in the air. Mind you, when I jump I achieve Jordaneque-type air, but nonetheless I was just jumping. My wife and I went to a Yelp party and there was this cool camera, provided by Actionbooth, that takes photos of people jumping, dancing or just plane acting crazy. The dude from Actionbooth and I decided to do a chest bump.
Here’s the photo: Steely Dad’s Mad Hops.
(Note my three-foot tall Guinness hat.)
As you can see, I got up there pretty good but when I landed, I felt a “pop” in my right knee. I’m sure mere mortals would’ve called it a night. What does Steely Dad do? I fought through the pain, with the assistance of several malt beverages, and kept the party going. That was Friday night. Saturday morning, when I attempted to get out of bed, my knee let me know under no uncertain terms that I’m a complete dumb shit. I couldn’t walk (in fact I still can’t put all my weight on it) so Steely Wife and Steely Kids had to escort me to the ER. Nothing is more demeaning than having to explain to your kids why Daddy has to visit the doctor, why Daddy smells like a distillery and why Daddy woke up wearing only a three-foot tall Guinness hat. Here’s how the conversation with my son went down:
Hungover Steely Dad: Ohhhhhhhh, my knee!
Steely Son: What happened, Daddy?
Hungover Steely Dad: Daddy hurt his knee.
Steely Son: How?
Hungover Steely Dad: By jumping up in the air.
Steely Son: Why’d you do that?
Hungover Steely Dad: Because Daddy isn’t so smart.
Steely Son: I’m smart.
Hungover Steely Dad: Yes you are, buddy. You’re much smarter than Daddy.
Steely Son: Daddy?
Hungover Steely Dad: Yes son?
Steely Son: Why do you smell like that stinky guy we always see in front of the grocery store?
Hungover Steely Dad: Uh, is that your mother calling you?
Steely Son: I don’t hear Mommy.
Hungover Steely Dad: Yea, I hear Mommy calling you. (Me does his best ventriloquist impression.)
Steely Son: No she isn’t, Daddy. Are you goofin’ me?
Hungover Steely Dad: Here’s $20.
Steely Son: Daddy, this is $5.
Hungover Steely Dad: Consider it a down payment.
Steely Son: OK. Hey Daddy, why are you wearing that hat?
Hungover Steely Dad: It’s a magic hat. Watch, when you put it on you become invisible.
Steely Son: Daddy?
Hungover Steely Dad: Where are you?
Steely Son: Daddy, I’m right here!
Hungover Steely Dad: Oh, darn, I guess you left.
Moral of the story? If you drink, don’t jump and if you jump, don’t drink. Make sure you assign a designated jumper when you drink. And please jump responsibly.