Sometimes my posts betray me. I snitch on myself, as the kids say.
Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.
From the moment I heard the concept, I knew it would reach far beyond dads-to-be and grab onto everyone withing arm’s length.
Sometimes within minutes of posting, I turn around and do the exact opposite thing in my own life. Yeah. Exact opposite. Hi Blog. I’m Hypocrite.
I can’t just lay in bed all day. I have kids and responsibilities. Even if I didn’t, I still can’t stay in bed all day.
You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
Hell hath no fury like an escaped Daddy Longlegs.
This wasn’t a debate or disagreement. This was performance art.
Whatever your situation is, no matter how universal it might feel, know that it’s different for almost everyone.
It was one of the best and most timely things I ever gave her.