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
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
Hi. How are you doing today? Well, I hope. Listen, we need to have a talk. It’s come to my attention that you are a young, responsible, loving individual(s) that has taken on the responsibility of pet ownership. I can only imagine how excited you were the first time you saw your little ball of fluff, snuggling it and petting it, playing with its … Continue reading Dear “Fur Parents”
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
“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
What does it mean to be “Dad”? It means I’m the first face they see in the morning. I’m the last face they see at night. I’m the one who wakes up at 3am when they’re thirsty, or sick, or scared. I’m a talking dog, a sidekick, a spooky ghost, or whatever other part needs playing in my 3 yr. old’s latest adventure I’m … Continue reading What It Means to be Dad
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
“I bought the boy a baby doll today! He loves it!” Just what every man wants to hear, right behind “he is so cute in his frilly tutu and glittery nail polish!”. But I digress. Last week our young Master Footloose had his typical round of speech and occupational therapy. As is standard operating procedure, Mama Angel called me at work to let me know how … Continue reading Man Up
It’s one of the oldest games in the book , “Stop Hitting Yourself”. For anyone who isn’t familiar (ie: didn’t grow up with brothers or sisters) it’s fairly basic. You take the hand of your significantly weaker sibling, and then proceed to force them to smack themselves in the face with said hand until such time as the victim’s screaming alerts your parents to the … Continue reading Stop Hitting Yourself
Fatherhood in the Trenches 