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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
  • Regrettably, the biggest part of parenting is just surviving the day… until the next one.  Sadly, back years ago… our fish Louie didn’t survive the day.  Was this due to neglect?  Lack of time?  Oversight?  All of the above? … Maybe.  It’s hard to stay focused on a little fish when their are so many other fires to deal with.  One after the other after the other.  My kids have pushed into the tweens, and its still one last second task to the next last second task to

 

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!

  • Regrettably, the biggest part of parenting is just surviving the day… until the next one.  Sadly, back years ago… our fish Louie didn’t survive the day.  Was this due to neglect?  Lack of time?  Oversight?  All of the above? … Maybe.  It’s hard to stay focused on a little fish when their are so many other fires to deal with.  One after the other after the other.  My kids have pushed into the tweens, and its still one last second task to the next last second task to the next… Survival mode. We’re working really hard to get past survival mode.  Really hard.  But it almost seems impossible.  A day’s big success is simply being able to sit on the couch for 5 minutes and catch the news.  Sadly, that rarely happens.  Survival mode seems to be the standard.  It’s a sliding scale moving somewhere between simple panic and oh sh*! we forgot to do “X”!!!!  Followed by racing off......

  • So as Halloween hits us, and Thanksgiving is just around the corner, I realized this weekend there are definitely things to be thankful for.  One of them is potty problems… OR, the fact that I don’t have to face them anymore. As I was walking past the porta-potties at the pumpkin patch on Sunday – I heard a Mom’s voice emanate from within… “Don’t touch ANYTHING!” and it made me laugh.  I could here the thumps and bumps from that confined plastic private prison, and realized I don’t have to worry about that anymore.  My kids know where to go, and know to wash their hands (i think!)  So I got to enjoy that sense of satisfaction as I headed into the hay maze.  Which was the original reason I was taking this picture (see above).  Yup!  No dirty, gross, grabby-hand bathroom challenges for me! Sadly, life just keeps adding more problems.  For instance, we were up till almost 11......

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