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Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

  • It occurred to me, as I was working through this week’s busy schedule, that certain very important things had suddenly been relegated to the “may not get to” portion of the “to-do” list.  Shockingly, I realized eating and sleeping were no longer high priorities.  They had become far-off luxuries.  Like dreaming of becoming a pro-basketball player, or buying ski chalet in the Swiss Alps.   They were those far-flung hopes that are nearly un-obtainable.  And sadly, now

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

  • It occurred to me, as I was working through this week’s busy schedule, that certain very important things had suddenly been relegated to the “may not get to” portion of the “to-do” list.  Shockingly, I realized eating and sleeping were no longer high priorities.  They had become far-off luxuries.  Like dreaming of becoming a pro-basketball player, or buying ski chalet in the Swiss Alps.   They were those far-flung hopes that are nearly un-obtainable.  And sadly, now… they were casualties. The first 3-5 years of parenting, of course, we basically didn’t get any sleep.  But as time went on… we got some… and that would have to be enough.  Sleeping in on the weekends was a pleasure that was long gone.  By that point, we had learned that  things had seriously changed – BIG TIME.   Instead of two people in our home, there were four.  And not only were their four people in the house… ALL the responsibility/decisions/planning/preparing/cleaning/etc. rested......

  • I stopped in to the supermarket today to grab some milk – and realized it wouldn’t hurt to grab some apples. (since it’s the only fruit my kids will eat!)  So in the middle of the produce section, I began my very meticulous search for just-the-right apples.  They couldn’t be too red, too green, too brown, or too spotted.  They also couldn’t have any strange markings on them, or look misshapen.  I wasn’t just looking out for bruising – I was seeking out the ultimate in apple superiority!  These apples couldn’t have any kind of disfigurement, or else my kids still wouldn’t touch them (even though, as previously stated, that’s the only fruit they’ll eat!)  So as this process wore on – it suddenly dawned on me – my kids had TRAINED me!  I was spending what little precious time I had, meticulously singling out impossibly perfect apples.  Whuuut?  And it got me thinking – what else I’d been trained......

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

RESPONSIBILITY ARRIVES ON THE

WINDS OF DIAPER CHANGE.

Stark Raving Dad