Keep Staring

I see them when we’re out and about.  Those people who can’t help but stare at my boy. It starts almost the moment they become aware of him.  He’s easy to notice.  It doesn’t matter if he’s happy, excited, scared, or upset.  They can’t help but notice him.  If he’s happy or excited, they’ll see him hopping up or down, waving his arms, flapping his fingers.  It’s … Continue reading Keep Staring

Bend It Like Roundbottom

Fun fact:  soccer games for the 3 to 6-year-old league are a lot closer to rugby than European football.  It’s  a swirling mass of little bodies in a desperate contest to take the ball from everyone in the throng, whether they be on the same team or not. Except for my kid.  He’s usually on the other side of the field, trying to chat it up with any females who happen to … Continue reading Bend It Like Roundbottom

“Daddying” with Depression

The hardest thing to do when you’re suffering from depression is get out of bed. You lay there, maybe having slept, maybe not due to all the thoughts running a hundred miles per hour in your head, and feel as if each of your limbs weighs more than your entire body.  The thought of facing another day isn’t just torture, it seems absolutely pointless. That’s when you feel … Continue reading “Daddying” with Depression

To The Single Parents

You amaze me.  You really do. I just happen to have a beautiful partner, an earthbound angel as terrific with the kids as any mother could be, and I’m still weary.  Even divvying up the feeding, clothing, cleansing, running, chasing, and housekeeping I’m weary.  Yet there you are.  Doing it single-handed.  I can’t even fathom trying to juggle all this on my own, and yet … Continue reading To The Single Parents

Payback or What I Want From My Kids

Parenting can be a thankless job.  Sure we get Mother’s and Father’s Days, and every once in a while they’ll make us some little craft or art project out of the blue, but for the most part parenting is a one-way street.  We raise them, care for them, provide for them, and they go on about their lives never questioning the golden parachute that is … Continue reading Payback or What I Want From My Kids

Profiles in Disorder: Mama Angel

They say that behind every powerful man, there is a stronger woman guiding and supporting him. Fortunately in my case, this also holds true for overgrown, neurotic man-children. Please join me as I at long last pull the curtain and reveal the magnificence of she who is my wife, mother of my children, and head administrator of our homey little asylum…. MAMA ANGEL: Aliases: Princess … Continue reading Profiles in Disorder: Mama Angel

I Know Where The Little Socks Go

  I have to make this quick.  I’m being watched. Last week, as part of a “staycation” I was taking to mourn my 40th birthday, I attempted to tackle a few household chores.  Anyone with small children can tell you that trying to keep the house straightened up is a full-time job in and of itself, mostly due to the fact that said little ones … Continue reading I Know Where The Little Socks Go

Love in the Time of Toddlers

  Here’s the ironic thing about love, sex, marriage, and childbirth: Desire leads to pursuit. Pursuit leads to romance. Romance leads to love. Love leads to sex. Sex leads to children. Children lead to endless thwarted opportunities for their parents to engage in the very activity that brought them into the world to begin with. Rinse and repeat. They say love is easy, its marriage that’s hard.  Well, add children … Continue reading Love in the Time of Toddlers

Profiles in Disorder: Footloose

There are those that say parenting is an adventure.  Those people are wrong.  Parenting is a war, a never-ending conflict of wills, strategy, and endurance.  It is a war that unfortunately, I more often than not find myself on the losing side of. But I’m not bitter. “You’re so funny”, my friends say, “your kids are adorable.  How could you ever imply that they are … Continue reading Profiles in Disorder: Footloose