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Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
  • Ok, if you look closely… There’s a laundry hamper in this picture.    Look just past the underwear, and to the right of the dropped shirt, shorts, socks, and towel.  Yup, that’s a laundry hamper…  And yup, that’s sarcasm!  Honestly, I could take this picture pretty much every single day.  Its like this all the time!  And in fact, I took a picture last week – but never had time to post.  Here it is: In this case, it may be harder to locate the laundry hamper be

 

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!

  • Ok, if you look closely… There’s a laundry hamper in this picture.    Look just past the underwear, and to the right of the dropped shirt, shorts, socks, and towel.  Yup, that’s a laundry hamper…  And yup, that’s sarcasm!  Honestly, I could take this picture pretty much every single day.  Its like this all the time!  And in fact, I took a picture last week – but never had time to post.  Here it is: In this case, it may be harder to locate the laundry hamper because it us UNDER the clothes – towel, jacket, etc.  Please note: nothing! is going “inside” the laundry hamper, where it belongs!!  Why??  Well… this is yet another mystery to be solved.  Dad has probed this enigma repeatedly.  He’s asked politely, he’s yelled, he’s threatened, he’s offered treats, he’s done everything he can think of – and still – the clothes never make it inside.  And it hasn’t just been weeks, or months,......

  • Yes, the dreaded lever.  So much effort.  So much to think about.  So hard to find?  Seriously??! I’m not exactly sure why my boys never, never, NEVER flush the toilet.  This may be one of life’s greatest mysteries… right up there behind the meaning of life and the disappearance of Amelia Earhart.  I’m baffled, befuddled, lost, confused – its not like I haven’t said,  “Flush the toilet!” or “Don’t forget to the flush the toilet!” or “Make sure you flush the toilet!” or even “Did you flush the toilet?”    This is a riddle that may never be solved.  I’m currently working on some Haiku titled “The Unflushed Haiku” (original name huh?) because its such an incredible enigma to me. Maybe they’re just in a rush to get out of there?  Or maybe they forget?  Or, most likely, they don’t give a —–!  For the life of me, I don’t know. One day maybe some smart scientists will discover why......

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