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SAHD Issues

SAHD Issues


  Toddlers can't be bargained with

With so many changes to the traditional work environment and with the economy tanking, we are seeing a lot of families make the choice to bring daddy home. So, if you are a dad out there considering becoming a SAHD, I am here to scare you straight. It is tough being a full-time parent. I, personally, think it is more challenging staying home with kids then it is to work. This series is intended to show potential stay at home dads the reality behind the choice to become a full-time parent. 

Today’s Topic: Toddlers and Babies are like Terminators

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This question was brought up the other day at the Dad Blogs Forum and it really sparked some great responses. I think this is a question that dads, now more than ever before, are asking themselves. With so many changes to the traditional work environment and with the economy tanking, we are seeing a lot of families make the choice to bring daddy home. So, if you are a dad out there considering becoming a SAHD, I am here to scare you straight. It is tough being a full-time parent. I, personally, think it is more challenging staying home with kids then it is to work. This series is intended to show potential stay at home dads the reality behind the choice to become a full-time parent.
 
Today’s topic: You cannot be afraid to get your hands dirty

Babies are quite possibly one of the ultimate paradoxes. They are super cute but super disgusting at the same time. Taking care of a baby means you will be peed on, there will be poop in all its glorious forms in many forms, throw-up and boogers.  It is not a job for the faint at heart.  Diapers range from the sticky, black meconium nonsense that takes like a million wipes to get off, to the exploding up the back diarrhea disasters. Diapers happen frequently. The smell of a single diaper is menacing, a couple together is enough to singe your eyebrows, and the smell that comes out of a packed diaper genie is the equivalent of Hell on Earth. Babies weigh like nothing, but produce mountains of doo. It hardly seems fair. This all may seem terrible, but wait until potty training.

Spit up is constant. I once had one of my kids spit up directly in my mouth. I was playing with them after a bottle, you know kind of tossing them gently in the air and mid-air it happened. I was probably making a silly face and smiling up at my daughter when a torrent of formula-battery-acid rained down on me. It was all I could do to hold onto the kid that just puked into my mouth.  

The puke isn’t always spit up either. Sometimes it is the real deal. Kids’ vomiting is really difficult for me to take. The smell of bile almost instantly sets off a gag reflex for me and babies/toddlers just don’t go and open the toilet like any normal person would when throwing up—they simply stop what they are doing and toss cookies. Here is a typical vomit scenario:

Setting: Family Room
Time: 10:00am
Characters: Stay at home parent and toddler/baby
Plot: You are watching a TV program with your child on the couch. Your child acts and appears well. Without warning your child turns head slightly in your direction, perhaps to ask for help, and unleashes a spray of vomit to rival the girl from the Exorcist. You are now covered in vomit, your child is crying, the couch is dissolving in stomach acid and the day has barely gotten under way.

Here’s one thing to keep in mind when you are changing diapers, babies will pee on you. Remember when you were younger and you picked up a toad only to have it pee on you because it was the toad’s only defense mechanism? Now imagine a ten to fifteen pound toad. Imagine that toad has a diaper and you need to change it because it stinks like raw sewage. Guess what happens as soon as you start to change that toad’s diaper? Yep, toads and babies are disgusting. Babies hate the cold and when they are cold and naked they act out by peeing—their only defense mechanism.
Babies and toddlers are beset with boogers. Boogers are omnipresent. It seems that every child I have ever come in contact with has either something coming from their nose or a finger firmly planted in it. Tissues do not do runny noses any justice. You would be better served to carry a beach towel with you throughout the day to wipe up the leaky snot. It is gross and disgusting but after all you have already been through, let’s be honest, the boogers are the least of our worries.

Can you hack it? Do you still want to be a stay at home dad? Today we covered not being afraid to get your hands dirty, next Friday we’ll look at your disposition.

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You know what’s really, really creepy?  When you are married and someone hits on you.  I can’t remember the last time this happened to me, but it is just weird.  I mean, I am a hotty (see yeah right), so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when another woman besides my extremely attractive wife thinks I am the bees knees, but it is just weird.  I don’t get hit on a lot, mostly because I very open about how much I love my wife, I don’t go to bars, and I choose not to hang around crazy people.  Also, I am not a flirt (except with my wife—cause that’s hot).  I really don’t agree with the premise of flirting when you are married anyways, but that’s for another day.  I am still trying to absorb what just happened because it was that strange.  Here’s the low down.

The Low Down

I was checking out of the grocery store and I was making small talk about kids with the check out lady.  I used my club card in order to get like $1.17 off of a $130 bill because I am super frugal and the check lady said something very, very forward and odd.  She stopped me as I was about to hand her the signed receipt and she pointed to my wedding band and said, “Are you attached to that?”  I was so taken aback, I replied, “Yeah, that’s my wife.”  What I really wanted to say was “WTF lady?  I am here to buy groceries for my family not cruise the single mom scene.  Oh, and girlfriend, don’t ever point at my wedding band again (snap snap!!)!”

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Snooze 7:50 am: I can hear my wife off in the distance blow drying her hair—I know it isn’t time to wake up so I drift back to sleep.

7:59 am: I am half asleep as I hear my wife walk across our bedroom. She is ready for work so my day is about to begin. She gives me a kiss and tells me to get up. I hate mornings, but I love my wife so I stir into consciousness.

8:08 am: I am still in our bed barking orders at our older two daughters,”Bella! Did you brush your hair and your teeth?!” Bella, our oldest, is always on the ball and rarely does she have a challenging morning. “Mady! What are you doing?!” Madeleine, our middle child, like myself hates mornings and rarely has a smooth morning. “I am going potty.” Mady says sheepishly. “No she’s not, she’s playing with Tigger.” Bella lets me know the 411. Mady loves our cat Tigger and basically anything that stands in the way of morning progress.

8:13 am: I am still in our bed, now only Mady remains upstairs to be barked at. Bella is downstairs practicing piano while Sophia our youngest sleeps through the maelstrom. “Madeleine!! Have you brushed your teeth yet?!” “All she needs to do is dress herself and brush her teeth. Why does it always take so long?” I wonder to myself as I hit snooze for the 34th time.

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