It's also widely assumed that men can't hack it as hands-on parents. The other day I overheard one mom lamenting her daughter's outfit: "Her father dressed her this morning." As if to imply that it's a miracle he didn't diaper the girls' head.
Honestly, this Stay-At-Home-Dad (what Mothers like to call SAHD) buisness ain't so bad at all. Besides, if I did actually have a job to go back to, I'd just be spending a lot of time prying my cheek off a drool-soaked keyboard and watching the clock wondering how much longer until I got to be reunited with my bed (and wife and kid, of course).
Granted, it's not always flowers and sunshine. The other day my wife and I had a fight that hinged on the finer points of mild vs. medium cheddar cheese, and I behaved like a pathetic, self-absorbed jackass. Try as I might to be Super Benevolent Wonder Dad, a little sleep deprivation always exposes my inner thug.
And by the way: I dressed my son this morning. The white cotton onesie was both physically flattering (by accentuating his fair complexion and broad shoulders) and of ideal weight for his on-the-go summer lifestyle. So any mom who thinks I can't take care of my kid is cordially invited to Bite Me.
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yeah we both seem to fit into that outlyer lifestyle. I was getting really pissed off lately that I didn't get a formal shower or anything for the fact I got into my Ph.D. program (though it will last longer than many people's marriages)but at the same time no one can shut up about my impending wedding, even though I havent set a damm date. Hopefully by the time Zach is our age, we will have made things just that much more realistic for him.
I would normally agree with you, however I’m guessing that people (myself included) assume that your proclamation of love for Travis will last the rest of your life- a considerably larger commitment than to your super-fast 3yr PhD program. Moreover, I remember when Lesley was accepted into her PhD program, it was more of a feeling of foreboding doom knowing that we were heading into 6 years of misery than a feeling of excitement. And therefore not really something to celebrate. That said, we all threw her a great party when she actually GOT her PhD… I expect we all will do nothing less for you.
I remember the day my dear, sweet father had the odious task of getting me ready for preschool... It took twice as long for him to do my hair as it would have had my mom done it with him apologizing every time he pulled a hair (whereas mom had a method that she must have learned at a "how to punish your daughter for having unruly hair" seminar). It was an awful braid, but he was my hero. Anyway...good luck and be glad you have a boy!
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