There are things that give me more anxiety than the start of a new school year. Acid rain. Nuclear winter. The off-chance one of the boys will discover “Caillou” on one of our streaming services. Yes, there are things that I agonize over more that the start of school. Not many, though. When you have small kids, it’s only natural to be a little nervous … Continue reading School Daze
I think something inside me has finally broken. My beloved wife likes to joke (at least I think she’s joking) that I spoil everything. This usually comes up in response to my habit of watching TV or movies with what I would refer to as an analytical eye. She just calls it pooping on everything. I can’t help myself. I watch something and I immediately … Continue reading Destroying Childhoods or Ruining What My Kids Make Me Watch
“Do I hate autism?” I found myself awake one night wrestling with that question. It had been a harder evening than most, one wherein my son had dealt with way too much sensory overload during a trip to the mall. This resulted in a meltdown that was far more explosive than what his mother and I were used to. All in full view of an alternatively pitying … Continue reading Autism Isn’t the Enemy
One of the things that scares me the most about parenting is what might happen if or when my boys find themselves in a situation where they’re being bullied. I know with the boys being 4 and 6 it’s a little early for me to start worrying about something that may never happen, but it honestly wears on my mind. Especially now that they’re both … Continue reading The Worst Bully
In the post-apocalyptic world, children are a death sentence. “Wait”, you say shaking your head in confusion, “won’t children become even more important after the apocalypse? Won’t we need them to propagate the species?”. Nice thought, but the truth is just the reverse. Look at the average behavior of any child under the age of six and it won’t take long for you to figure … Continue reading Five Ways My Kids Are Going To Get Me Killed in the Zombie Apocalypse
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
“Here come da judge…here come da judge….” Everyone goes on and on about “the terrible twos”. Weary parents the world over have bemoaned how terrible life becomes once the small ones move past the “cute, unable to escape you” phase to the point that it has become a cliché. This might be surprising to hear from the guy constantly going on about the challenges of parenting, … Continue reading Lawyered
I’m not a morning person. Never have been. When the sun rises in the morning to introduce a new day, my first response is to inform the big, flaming ball of gas that our condo association expressly forbids solicitations. It needs to go away. Unfortunately, adult life doesn’t really allow for you to stay in bed until 1pm everyday, so I drag myself up and … Continue reading What Keeps Me Up At Night
When I started blogging (lo’, those many weeks ago) I had two goals in mind. The first was to work towards a state of catharsis and reduced stress by working out the typical frustration and anxiety that every parent experiences through the typed word. The other was to hopefully do my small part to help my fellow parents with the same by setting an example … Continue reading Mallbrats
Fatherhood in the Trenches 