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Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

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The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
  • I think one of the toughest moments every parent faces – is the realization – that it never  ends!  There is no real stop.  No escape.  No return policy.  Especially in the early years, when there’s never any sleep and all the days and nights meld together into one long gray period of life.  You’re very aware – you can’t go back!  And there’s no pause button.  Those rare moments to breath come later… sometimes much later… And invariably, in t

 

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!

  • I think one of the toughest moments every parent faces – is the realization – that it never  ends!  There is no real stop.  No escape.  No return policy.  Especially in the early years, when there’s never any sleep and all the days and nights meld together into one long gray period of life.  You’re very aware – you can’t go back!  And there’s no pause button.  Those rare moments to breath come later… sometimes much later… And invariably, in those rare moments, you realize how many other things you haven’t been able to address.  This poem is so “on the nose”, it almost hurts.  I DO remember standing there… taking that deep breath… savoring the calm, and then looking down at those toothpaste stains – EVERYWHERE!!  Of course, there were also dirty socks, underwear, etc. littered across the bathroom floor.  So I stared for a moment… stewing… thought about picking up, doing laundry, dealing with work emails, etc. etc.......

  • So, I know there’s probably not a lot of people reading this, but that’s ok.  Cuz I’m just a Dad letting go of all those little battles in life that add up to one big crazy one.  Where time flies fast and you don’t have time to catch your breath until you have that one, teeny-tiny quiet moment like this… that moment where you step back and suck in the early morning chill – cuz you’re out to get coffee at 7am on a Sunday morning.  But you don’t mind cuz its finally, blessedly quiet… you’ve given up on the battle to have MATCHING BOOTS.  Or worrying about a SHIRT BACKWARDS.  I don’t remember what he’s carrying, but I do remember it was vitally important and there was no way he was letting it go. So walking down the street at 7am on Sunday without any more struggles was a complete relief.  In fact, in this moment, I was able......

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