Countdown to Father’s Day

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Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

  • Yup! Once again, I found myself running around trying to find an item for my kid’s class presentation – that I’d just been told about 20 minutes before school!  In this case, he needed a little toy train as a prop.  Apparently, it was a book report for “Freedom Train”.  As I frantically dashed around the house, it dawned on me… there – were – no – trains!! …(???)… How was that possible??  It seemed I’d spend the past 3-5 yea

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!

  • Yup! Once again, I found myself running around trying to find an item for my kid’s class presentation – that I’d just been told about 20 minutes before school!  In this case, he needed a little toy train as a prop.  Apparently, it was a book report for “Freedom Train”.  As I frantically dashed around the house, it dawned on me… there – were – no – trains!! …(???)… How was that possible??  It seemed I’d spend the past 3-5 years of my life stepping on Thomas the Tank engine, Gordon, James, Percy, etc, etc.  (yes, i know them by memory) Basically Thomas the Tank engine and his 50 gazillion friends!!  Let me repeat – our house was FULL of trains.  Both my boys loved them.  We also had lego trains, model trains, electric trains… and now, suddenly… there were no trains in the house.  I was stunned. Was it that my kids suddenly cleaned up?  How could there NOT......

  • Well, I put it off as long as possible… but the Xmas lights had to come down.  Sadly, every year it’s the same thing.  Taking forever to put them up, but then, when it comes time to take them down – there’s only a few hours – so they’re quickly, unceremoniously crammed into boxes and jammed in the attic!  And all those plans of finally organizing that mess, go out the window.  I think with kids, there’s really not that time to “take time”… things have to be done,  we have soccer games to get to, birthday parties, piano/guitar lessons, and let’s not forget the mess!! I guess that’s probably the biggest realization of parenting.  You’re not just responsible for yourself anymore, and you’re not just watching out for someone.  With your kids, you’re in charge of every aspect of their lives – from brushing teeth, to putting on socks, to cleaning rooms, to overstuffed backpacks, to what they’re wearing......

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