I don’t want to get caught up in a heated theological debate here or anything, but I’m starting to get the impression that God hates me. Why this time, you ask? Well I’ll tell you!
Say Hello to Mr. Mom!
I suggest you all lock your doors and draw your blinds, because it looks like Santa’s coming early this year, and he’s bringing germs – which were definitely NOT on the Christmas list. Jerk…
The Face of a New Generation
It may just be the “Terrible Twos”, or perhaps we’re in the middle of some force-disturbing celestial alignment; I suppose it’s even possible that too much artificial cheese flavoring can actually rot a tiny brain, but whatever the cause, it seems that the parenting challenges at home have been increasing in both frequency and severity lately, and it has to stop. But what can be done?
Morning folks. Good to see you. I find myself coming to you once again from the comfort of an airport terminal, which seems to be my preferred writing locale lately. It’s a little loud, but it could be worse – I’m told Delta’s systems were hacked this morning, and those passengers are going nowhere fast; suckers! This actually has nothing to do with the story
All by myself…
Four days ago, my wife left me alone with our son for the first time in our lives. He’s two, and apparently still can’t take care of himself. Also, he’s certifiably insane. And loud. And somehow always sticky. There was good reason to avoid leaving me in charge for so long, but she needed a vacation, and it was time. I pray she comes back. The following are my personal accounts of the weekend’s events, recorded in case one or both of us doesn’t survive. Will they make it?!
I never really saw myself as a parent. I don’t think anyone else really did either, and with good reason – I’m terribly impatient, and in general, prefer things to be as easy as possible. But that all went out the window a couple years ago when my son was born This story is not about personal growth…