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Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

  • I’m just gonna say it… KIDS DON’T CARE.  Seriously.  If you have a headache.  Or if you’re tired.  Or if you’re in a bad mood.  Or if you’re stressed.  Or if you’ve got money issues.  Or if you’re having trouble at your job.  They -don’t – care!  They’re all about just enjoying the moment.  And frankly… that’s the way it should be. I’m stating this, because every so often I find myself getting mad at the boys because they’re screaming/f

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’m just gonna say it… KIDS DON’T CARE.  Seriously.  If you have a headache.  Or if you’re tired.  Or if you’re in a bad mood.  Or if you’re stressed.  Or if you’ve got money issues.  Or if you’re having trouble at your job.  They -don’t – care!  They’re all about just enjoying the moment.  And frankly… that’s the way it should be. I’m stating this, because every so often I find myself getting mad at the boys because they’re screaming/fighting/going nuts when I’m in the middle of a tight deadline or (insert your stressful situation here).  Granted, they shouldn’t be “screaming/fighting/going nuts” and that should be addressed, but the fact that I’ve got a tight deadline really shouldn’t be their concern.  So when I’m yelling “I’ve got a tight deadline!”  It doesn’t really register with their sensibilities.  They just know I’m mad.  Frankly, when they’re suddenly silent and staring at me, I know they’re just thinking – “what a cranky......

  • 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......

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