Wednesday, February 25, 2015

A big shout-out

Hello, my sisters and brothers in parenting!


Today is a beautiful sunny, albeit chilly, San Diego day and I feel inspired to give a big-shout to two dads who took parenting by the horns and are blogging about their experiences. This are blogs I go to when I feel like I need an imaginary comrade in parenting, or two. Their approaches are different, but equally effective, because, in the end, "We are all screwed up by our parents", as House MD once wisely said.

(In the order in which they first appeared on my radar)

- DadAndBuried.com: this dad craftily mixes genuine fatherly love, sarcasm and (my favorite) woe-is-me! humor with a good spoonful of no-bs. Dear Dad And Buried, may the Laughs be with you!

- Blue Skies at whywakeup.wordpress.com: I haven't found laughter in this blog, but I have found joy, and many other emotions, masterfuly expressed through poetry. This is where I go to when the humor just won't come. Just read this:


For You
by 

These lessons you have given 
My lord up above

Thankful for your light


And, at the end, a small whimper: 1100 visits to this blog! Yoohoo!!! Thank you thank you thank you! And keep visiting! There is more whimpering where all this came from :(

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Can you hear me now?

Hello, everyone! It's been awhile since my last post, but to say that life was very busy would be an understatement. Today, however, I have reached a new milestone in parenthood, the one I wish you, my dear fellow parents, never reach, for it's not one to make you feel confident about your parenting prowess. Here it goes: I have fallen asleep on the toilet seat in the toilet stall at work.


I wanted to give you a moment to let that image sink in. I only went for a quick action there, if you catch my meaning, and in those short moments my brain celebrated thinking "This must be it! The time to shut down! Because she is not diagnosing, talking, shouting, reprimanding, delegating, recalling the calendar, calculating the remaining number of diapers, driving, singing while driving, rocking to sleep, planning a life-saving night out with friends, eating, paying bills, contemplating a second job... The only thing she is doing right now doesn't require consciousness". And just like that - I have no sense of how much time passed - I was awakened by my head hitting the wall of the stall. My fellow urinators were apparently too engrossed in their own pursuit of bladder happiness to make any inquiries into the noise my bumping head made. What luck! Otherwise, I would have died of embarrassment.

But I have no scruples about confessing it to you ;)