Sometimes being a bad parent means being really distracted

It was just after 7 p.m., and I was in the living room wrestling a toddler into pajamas. Mel was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. We were chatting about a message I received through my blog Facebook page. A woman was struggling with her marriage. She said that he did little more than go to work and play video games.

“According to her,” I said, “whe…