As I realize the cats' litter box hasn't been scooped in over 2 weeks(and we have 2 cats!), I think its time to let all our pets know - they're STILL LOVED! I wanted to share this picture of a sadly humorous memorial for Bluey, the Betafish. When he passed away, there were tears and tears...
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...
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...
Sending your kid to school in tears is one of the worst. It totally leaves a hole in your heart. And for me, I'm feeling like the worst Dad ever. Of course, it didn't help that my son actually called me the "worst Dad ever"...
So, I wrote this Haiku - once again, to vent. How many times have I walked into the bathroom to find things waiting for me to flush?! Way too many to mention. Therefore I decided it needed to recognize this in poetry form. And HAIKU seemed to be the answer. Basically, juxtaposing that beautifully simplistic prose against what was staring back at me from the toilet seems to capture the emotion! I'm not much of a poet, but I felt it had to be put into words some way. You may see a running theme here...
To be honest, this actually might be therapy for me. Working at home and dealing with the kids has constantly pushed me to my limits. So its great to just vent fatherly frustrations in a blog (+poetry!)...
If you were to ask me - what's the hardest thing you've ever done? before I had kids. I would have said - moving to NY, or surviving an all-night work deadline, or putting on snow chains in the slush at 10 degrees. But then...
To be honest, I’m not even sure how to begin - I’ve been spilling out my fatherly angst in poems for years now, trying to find humor in the everyday survival of child raising. I believe there are plenty of other parents out there like me, who feel like they’re living in a sitcom - wondering when the laugh-track is suddenly going to kick in as they wash yogurt off the front porch and pick dirty socks out of the trees(that happened just this week). Do I read blogs? Not a lot. Do I have time? Not really. Am I doing this right? Probably not. But here goes…   I guess I should mention a little about myself here. I’ve been working at home for about 15 years now. I wanted to have more “normal” hours when we had kids. I was also hoping to write an awesome screenplay or two, since I actually work in the entertainment industry. (movie/tv...