Countdown to Father’s Day

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Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

  • And so it has happened… I’ve discovered I’m the bizarre, at-home, main attraction in the never-ending act of surviving my kids! I came to this realization standing beside the sink, gritting my teeth because my kids had thrown yet another popsicle wrapper into the sink (no, not the garbage… the kitchen sink!) and my wife paused to stare at me, then stated gently, “you’re turning into a one man freak show.” No, it did not make me feel good. Nope, I didn

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!

  • And so it has happened… I’ve discovered I’m the bizarre, at-home, main attraction in the never-ending act of surviving my kids! I came to this realization standing beside the sink, gritting my teeth because my kids had thrown yet another popsicle wrapper into the sink (no, not the garbage… the kitchen sink!) and my wife paused to stare at me, then stated gently, “you’re turning into a one man freak show.” No, it did not make me feel good. Nope, I didn’t laugh either. Frankly I was still mad about the garbage in the sink… the kitchen sink! That’s when I realized the whole family dynamic had evolved, and unforunately, I was the odd man out. It became clear to me when I turned to see both my boys and my wife snickering at the kitchen table. Yes, Dad’s bitching had pretty much lost all effectiveness, and now…? Now it was something to be made fun of. What’s a dad......

  • We’re already smack into the middle of summer.   My book has been out for over 2 months now.  We’ve been away and returned from vacation.  And right now, I’m trying to gauge what’s actually happened…??  Did we already take vacation?  It’s back-to-work time?  Soccer camps?  Where’s the pause button?  It’s like a mid-summer-life crisis!  I guess I didn’t really have time to plan out much once we made it to summer(and our early summer vacation).  As per the usual, it snuck up on us and it definitely seems to be going TOO FAST! I think our problem is there’s too many things going on during the school year, so we hope to cram in all the fun during the summer.  But of course… we can’t!   And by “fun”, I don’t just mean “fun” – I also mean those dentist appointments, physicals, appointments, planning, organizing, scheduling, fixing, re-organizing, and of course… relaxing, that we never could get to while......

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