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By Real Dad, June 27, 2010 8:39 pm

We are only 2 weeks away from the new arrival to our family and we have finally begun to act like a baby is on its way. The last few days have been busy and actually included some preparation for the baby. I washed a stroller that has basically been sitting in a garage for 6 years. This stroller was given to us when Nicky was born and was only used for him because we purchased a tandem stroller when Jordan was born. The tandem stroller came in handy again 1 year later when Corey was born (yeah yeah I know). I also washed 2 Pack-N-Plays, 1 is ours (one of the few things I didn’t throw away after Corey was born) and the other was given to us. We are keeping the 1 in better condition. Now we just have to start washing all of the baby clothes that were given to us. Not that we don’t trust that they were washed before they were given to us but you would wash them too, even if it were family that gave them to you (sorry everyone).

The wife has also been trying to get our kids to be a little more independent. You see, the wife has had a little issue with doing too much for the kids and with the kids. By this I mean she is the one that cleans the mess in their rooms or any room for that matter, after they are done playing. She will pick up the kids clothes after they throw them on the floor. She will cater to every whim and just spoil them rotten. She also spends almost every moment of the day

So proud the she made her bed

with them, occupying them rather than letting them occupy themselves. I am not saying that as parents we shouldn’t do anything other then this but I think that kids should be taught responsibility and a little independence and at an early age. I think she now sees that her life at home will be easier if she makes it easier rather than more difficult. If you want to find out how I would do it just ready my post entitled Introducing #4. I still am trying to figure a way to do everything I said! Anyway, I see the difference in the kids and they are actually starting to respect each other and their belongings. This has also been an issue but I will save that for a future post.

I actually had to stop writing several times as we made our 3^rd attempt at letting Jordan sleep in the boy’s room as a special treat. The first attempt didn’t go well

Just a goofball

so we broke up the party. Attempt #2 faired a little better and we didn’t separate them but tonight they just got out of hand so I just sent Jordan to her own room.

The wife is hoping not to go early or at least before July 4^th. She wants to make one last trip to visit her family before the

I didn't document the bed but I got this!

new one arrives. As of the last visit to the doctor, she isn’t dilated so he will check her again later this week. If she is dilated, he will recommend that we don’t make the small road trip. I mean after all, since this is #4, I expect labor to be short and for this baby to just pop out like a fart. Maybe that is just wishful thinking because I never heard the wife fart (in her sleep doesn’t count).

Ok I am off to eat the cherry pie I just baked. That is right….I made cherry pie since my friend couldn’t make it to a bar for a few beers with me. I also cooked dinner. Pretty big disparity there but I don’t give a shit. I was listening to Slipknot while I did both so it cancels out!

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By Real Dad, April 21, 2010 9:56 pm

I felt it time to do my first review. I toiled long and hard over what to review and fatherhood was the only thing I could come up with. Fatherhood may not be something I am good at but I have a lot of experience with 3 kids and 1 on the way. I affectionately refer to the number of kids as 3.7 as my wife is due in July.

Fatherhood began for me a little over 7 years ago when my wife told me she was pregnant. I was very excited and a little nervous while my wife as very nervous and a little excited. I made it a point to be at every doctor visit and I mean every visit! I thought it would be amazing and wonderful to have a little me or little wife running around. When delivery day came, I was nervous as could be and my wife’s labor and delivery was brutal. I think it totaled 25 hours or so. I should have known then what was in my future!

I found fatherhood to consist of the following:

• Your life is no longer your own
• Your life will never be the same
• Cleaning the dirty ass of another human being
• Getting baby shit under your fingernails
• Getting pissed on
• Talking like an idiot to a baby that doesn’t understand you regardless of how you talk
• Making a multitude of additional trips to the store for various baby items
• Being amazed at every “first” of your new baby
• Bragging to anyone that makes believe they are listening about how amazing your son is
• Getting the daily run-down from your wife when you get home from work
• Always worrying if your baby farts and shits regularly (yes it’s a Daddy thing)
• Wondering where your wife went
• Remembering  the days of constant sex
• Daydreaming of the day you may have sex again
• Trying to figure out why the baby is crying
• Running to the hospital when your son tumbles down 13 stairs (hey it only happened once)
• Not going out with the wife and/or friends like you used to
• Having another kid
• Thinking “What the hell is wrong with us?”
• Not being as excited about the “firsts” as you were for the first
• Feeding and clothing another person
• Thinking “I hope my wife leaves me alone today”
• Saying the diapers can be re-used because you don’t want to run to the store
• Asking if the kids really require food
• Watching the savings account you complied for a house dwindle away
• Not going out without at least one kid on your hip except to work
• Not immediately running to the crying 2^nd child as you did the first
• Watching the medical bills pile up
• Getting sick when prior to kids you weren’t sick for over 10 years
• Another friggin kid!
• Not caring if the kid farts or shits regularly
• What? Are there kids crying somewhere???
• Food….there better be enough for me
• Saying: “Damn, I am sorry babe but I have to work late”
• Telling the wife: “I know he is only 3 weeks old but he can feed himself if we teach him”
• Figuring out which kid doesn’t get attention today?
• Asking: “Do they really have to go to the doctor?”
• Hoping the kids doesn’t walk as it is one less thing to worry about
• Praying that the kid doesn’t talk as there is more than enough noise in the house
• Looking for the money you HAD in the savings account last year
• Having a wife that is losing her mind after being trapped in a small apartment with 3 little kids all day
• Sending your 2 oldest (which are only 6 and 4) to a private school because the public schools here blow
• Wondering how are we sending these kids to private school when we have NO MONEY
• Knowing the 3^rd kid will not go to private school
• Hoping the wife doesn’t talk to me
• Hoping the kids forget that I am their father
• ANOTHER FRIGGIN KID IS ON THE WAY????????!!!!!!????

HOLY FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That my friends…..is FATHERHOOD!

…….and I wouldn’t change a friggin thing!

I love them with all of my heart!

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By Real Dad, February 13, 2010 10:57 pm

Ok blog, I apologize as I have truly neglected you for some time now. Things have been really crazy lately. Between home and work, I don’t know if I am coming or going and of course my house has once again been a cesspool of germs and other such things. Shit… since I wrote “Fatherhood Means Someone is Always Sick” my kids and wife have been sick, twice. First it was the stomach flu with puking for 3 or 4 days then it was severe colds followed by an ear infection (I think) and now a possible urinary tract infection in the mix. I have also been working long days including my travel, I have been out of the house an average of 12 hours per day. So as you can see I have my hands full.

There it goes!

The wife’s pregnancy is going well, I think. We really do not talk about it much. We both know she is pregnant and due in July so what is the point? We just paid the $2000.00 deductible so that my wife can deliver the baby with the help of a doctor and in the hospital rather than in my back yard with me, a set of salad tongs, a blind-fold and a garden hose.  Seriously, why is my 401K important for our retirement when I need to draw on it to pay for my kids now? Never-mind the $490 dental bill for the kids…that’s right $490! My wife figured the kids all needed the special fluoride treatments not covered by our dental insurance. I know the teeth they currently have will all fall out of their skulls but possessing strong teeth is so important (you know if I had my way I would have told the dentist to scratch my balls rather than give my kids fluoride treatments) but the wife handles those matters. You know my thoughts on money as I told you when I wrote “A Father and Husband in a Bad Economy”. We also talked of her pumping breast milk rather than buying formula this time around. I don’t like the thought of a machine or another person albeit my child, latching onto my wife but we have to do what we have to do. If this kid turns out to be smarter and healthier than the others, I will be pissed!

As you can see blog, I have a lot on my mind. I don’t know if I am coming or going. We also have to move but I don’t have the energy or the motivation to begin that process. Since the schools around here suck, we send our kids to private school. No, we cannot afford a private school but it is far better than the public school option in this town. Once I get motivated, I will begin to look for a place to live that is closer to my job but it must have a good public school system. Don’t you fret blog as everyone keeps saying it will work-out one day soon. I am still waiting as I have heard that before.

I guess I am done for now as I have thoroughly pleaded my case. You are truly a bright spot in which I like to visit and share my thoughts but times have been tough. After all, you are just another thing that needs attention and nurturing and I have been tapped out lately. I do promise to pay more attention and to try to post more often. However if I don’t…….KISS MY ASS! This is my blog therefore my rules!

My Blog - My Rules!

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By Real Dad, January 10, 2010 9:50 pm

Yesterday I was having a twittersation with Ezmomm regarding cleaning products. She mentioned to me that she hates the smell of pine cleaners because it reminds her of the times when she was sick as a youngster and her mother would place a puke bucket next to her bed with Pine Sol at the bottom. I totally related to this as my mother and father did the same thing! It is funny how things happen because today that conversation topic partially played out in my house.

Today started out on a good note, I got to sleep until 7:30 so I was happy about that. I got out of bed and immediately went for the coffee and while I drank my beverage of life, the wife and I discussed the schedule for the day. The plan for me was to get a haircut (never happened), take Nicky to the store to by shin guards, cook chili and watch football. The wife was to take Nicky to his first soccer game then come home and do some laundry. Well it didn’t go down that way. After a little while we notice that our youngest isn’t feeling well. He was cranky and looked a little pale but all of my kids are pale so we didn’t pay it much attention. I ran to the store with Nicky and as soon I came home he was off to his soccer game. When the wife and Nicky walked in the door, I knew something was wrong because he was crying (aren’t I the brilliant and intuitive father?). My wife walks in behind him and said that he just threw up in the van. NICE! So I went outside with my father-in-law to clean the van.

By the time I cleaned the van seat and came back inside, Corey and Jordan were awake. Nicky was lying on the couch and the wife had placed a bucket on the floor next to him (minus the Pine Sol). That is when it all hit me! I started to think of all of the crazy things that my parents did when my brothers and I were sick or hurt. Most of it involves my mother but my father was good for one every now and again. I reflect back.

Don't worry Mom has a cream for that!

My first random memory occurs when I was maybe 6 or 7. We lived in Florida and like every other kid, I fell into a Fire Ant mound. I was covered in ants. My father and uncle heard me screaming and ran out. They picked me up and threw me in the shower. My mother didn’t think it was anything to worry about and she patted me down with calamine lotion but my body had little red bumps and I puffed up like the “Stay Puffed Marshmellow Man”. My father had the wits to take me to the emergency clinic and/or hospital and after a shot or two I turned out ok.

I also remember being  8 years old or so and I fell off of my bike. It didn’t hurt but you can see the bone pushing up under the skin. I walked home holding my arm and saw my mother outside as she was going shopping. I told her that I broke my arm and she asked me to move my fingers.

Move your fingers Mike!

I moved my fingers (remember it was my arm that was broken and not all of my fingers) and she told me to go inside to my father because it wasn’t broken but he can put ice on it. I did what she said and went inside. One look and my father knew it was broken but we had to wait hours before she came home so I can be taken to the hospital.

A couple of years later, I ran into a metal gate and split my forehead open. I had blood running down my face and ran home screaming. I smashed open the door just yelling for my father. I remember my mother in the background somewhere yelling “Oh oh oh oh is he ok? Oh oh oh” while my father tried to assess the damage to my head. I wouldn’t let him see it and I was screaming. He smacked me across the face and told me to calm down. I did and he took me to the hospital for my 40 or so stitches.

There was another time when my brother Marc was around 11 or 12; I think he also fell of his bike and broke his ankle or something. He hobbled into the house and his foot was the size of a football and purple in color. My older brother and I immediately knew it was broken but my mother didn’t agree. She asked Marc to move his toes and he did. Her reply….”If you can move your toes, it isn’t broken”. We tried to convince her to take him to the hospital but she didn’t see the need. A few hours later my father came home and took the poor kid to the hospital.

OOOUCH!

The best story involves my older brother Eddie. He was around 16 and had the entire attic to himself as his bedroom. He was experiencing severe pains in his balls and they swelled up like grapefruits. The story goes (I was sleeping in the other room and had no idea of what was happening) that he crawled down the stairs and went into my parents bedroom. Since my mother was the closest to the door, he approached her with his swollen balls in hand. She rolled over and looked at him, as he was in tears telling her how much it hurt, and told him that he had a stomach ache and he would be fine. He made his way back to his room only to return later to wake up my father. My father immediately ran my brother to the hospital and he had emergency surgery to save his balls. Apparently it is a fairly common thing when a young man’s balls twist up like “Click Clacks” and the doctors knew exactly what they had to do.

I know there is more but these just came to mind quickly. It is truly amazing as I am sure I will do similar things to my kids. Sometimes you just get so numb of the crying and whining that you overlook something potentially serious. At least it provides me with blog content today!

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By Real Dad, January 4, 2010 10:48 pm

Alright, the holidays are over and we are back to the daily grind. I had the last 1.5 weeks off of work and spent every waking second with my family. That isn’t a bad thing but I will say it again, I do not envy stay-at-home parents! My wife decided to be a stay-at-home mom before we had Nicky but planned on returning to work at some point in the near

#4 Baking nicely

future. That didn’t happen because we had a 2nd and 3rd child within a very short time frame. Lately she has been working part-time at night at a local catering hall but I think that has stopped as business hasn’t been good. It really sucks since she found out she was pregnant with #4 right before Thanksgiving! That’s right, ANOTHER BABY!

I know that this whole baby thing is a blessing (or so I hear) but I am really having a hard time with this. We currently have 3 kids that we struggle to provide for. We do not have a fancy place to live, nice furniture (actually we do not have enough furniture to furnish every room), my wife and I do not go out (husband and wife time), we do not socialize with anyone except family, we send 2 of our kids to a private school that we cannot afford because the local schools suck, the wife and I go without buying much needed items such as new clothes, we do not take vacations and having 3 children ages 6, 4 and 3 just eats at your last nerve in general. Now I am not saying that I do not love my family because I certainly do but it isn’t easy and it is not all happy-happy-joy-joy!

We all have our issues and I am sure that I sound like a whining baby and I really don’t care as it is my blog and my rules . My wife and I have had a long-standing disagreement regarding the amount of children we should have. I wanted a vasectomy for several years now but she was against anything so definite. We explored our options and settled on birth control pills but she stopped taking them over the summer (why I am not sure and right now it doesn’t matter). Recently we were a little careless and maybe forgot the whole birth control idea, so we are certainly both culpable and I understand that. Knowing the error of our ways is great but it does not help me with the future of what I have in front of me right now.

How will we afford to raise the newest addition to our family? This isn’t 1910 so I cannot pull Nicky out of school to work in the local factory for 18 hours a day or send Jordan to harvest the crops! I was thinking of pulling straws to

The way it was.......

determine which kid I would sell on the “black market” but I came to the conclusion that

A different time...and not worth repeating

wouldn’t go over well with the general public or law-enforcement officials. I even thought about becoming a pimp and “turning out” the wife but let’s face it, she is pregnant now and after she gives birth she will have to take care of #4. So what am I to do? I guess just the best I can.

I have a feeling that I will get a lot of flak for this post and I am prepared. As I told my wife, I don’t want to hear all of the “Oh this is great” or “What is the difference between 3 kids and 4 kids?”. It isn’t a happy time when you are completely clueless of where the money will come from to raise a family of 4 kids without some type of drastic change. By drastic change I mean pulling my kids out of their school and moving to a place in which the public schools are much better. The problem with that is we have to move far from where we are and my wife has been against being further then a short drive from her parents or my mine. I am also fully aware that some couples struggle to conceive a child and many view children as blessings

Just a little dream!

but we all have our struggles and this is mine. I know this sounds horrible but it is REAL and this is Real Dads Hangout; I tell it like it is! Unless someone jumps out of the corner of the delivery room with television cameras and a giant check with a lot of 0’s, I don’t want to hear it! I will of course fall in love with this baby and do everything I can for him or her and that goes without saying. It is the road that must be traveled by my family that I am a loathing. It will be long and bumpy so I hope we all come out in the end with all of our limbs and our sanity!

BRING IT YOU LIL CHILDREN BASTARDS, BRING IT! DADDY IS READY FOR FRIGGIN WAR!

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By Real Dad, November 16, 2009 11:20 pm

Yes, it is time for me to be a disgusting pig-headed man. Sarah Palin was on Oprah today.  My wife recorded it and watched the interview when I came home from work, sparking the same question I had asked myself during the Presidential campaign: “Would you do Sarah Palin?”. My answer was the same as it was before, “YES!”.

I tried many times to explain to my wife how a man’s brain works but for some reason she doesn’t understsand. Men generally break women down into two simple catergories:

• Yes – Meaning I would “do” her. This can mean that the woman in question is completely gorgeous, pretty
  

  On the "Yes List"

  enough or that there is something about her that just makes me want to “do” her.

• NO – Meaning that there is nothing about this woman that would make me want to “do” her.

Men are simple creatures and to us, it always comes down to a simple yes or no. Sad but true.

For me, Sarah Palin just represents the teacher in high school that everyone wanted to have sex with. It wasn’t necessarily because she was drop-dead sexy, it was because there was something about her that just made you think that way (I call it just being a man). It could be a look, the way a certain word or phrase is spoken, the way she looks in a certain outfit or just because men are perverts no matter how you slice it. Sarah Palin was a woman in power running for Vice President. She wasn’t Hillary Clinton, Barbara Bush or Nancy Reagan. She is mildy attractive but something about her just has me saying “yes” to the question being asked by my friends (the friends in my head).

Now before I get everyone upset with me, let me explain something else. I am an over-weight, 35 year old married man, father of 3 children that barely provides enough for his family. I am not a good looking guy and I am horrible in bed (just ask my wife) and I know it. However none of that matters! It has nothing to do with what I can offer Sarah Palin that would make her attracted to me in any way. It is that primitive and perverted urge coming to the surface and ALL men have it! I don’t argue nature, I embrace it and so should everyone else!

If you are a woman reading this post, you must go ask your husband or boyfriend this question:

“If you are with the guys, see a woman and your friend asks you “Would you?”. What does that mean?” If he is honest, he will tell you that is the code for “Would you do her?”.  If he is not being honest with you, he will probably say that he doesn’t know. The only reason he is saying this is because he is holding true to the “Man Code” which has us not admitting in any way that we are complete perverts all of the time. The only reason I am sharing this secret is because someone has to.

So there it is, my explanation of why I would “do” Sarah Palin. Women may not understand but the men do. Whether or not they agree with my nod for Sarah Palin, all men think the same way!

Ummmm...On the "No List" -

Don’t worry Hillary, you are safe and on my “NO List” but Nancy Pilosi….WATCH OUT! You are centainly on my “Yes List”, even though you are a Democrat!

Ohhh yeah....On the "Yes List"..why not!

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By Real Dad, November 1, 2009 12:08 pm

This may just be me if I looked in a mirror right now!

How many fathers out there feel inadequate in their “providing” for the family? This is something I have struggled with myself for quite a while now. I understand in our generation that many mommies are the larger of the financial providers and in many cases the sole provider, so maybe they understand as well.

I am not sure of where I get my old fashion belief that it is my sole duty to provide everything needed for my family and that my income should be enough to do it all without my wife having to work but I it is how I feel. Growing up in my house for the majority of my youth, my mother’s career provided the stable income and in many cases the only income. My father was often between jobs and in many cases, especially later in his life, he did whatever he had to do to bring home a paycheck. He worked many low level jobs just to have some type of income being brought into the home which I truly respect but he could not be counted on for bringing home a steady check. I guess I am providing my own psychoanalysis here huh?

Early in October, I wrote about being a father that has lost all sense of manhood but I am fine with all of that. As I forge ahead in life, I am truly bothered by not being able to provide enough for my family to have all that it deserves. My kids deserve to go to a good school which we do not have here at the public level so we send 2 of them to private school. My family deserves a big home with a large back yard and a play-set but instead we rent a place in a two-family home. My wife and I deserve to go on vacation without kids (we never had a honeymoon) and we both deserve to buy clothes and other things whenever we want but instead we (meaning the wife and kids) mooch off of family members and spend a week with them just to get out of our home and call it a vacation. My wife deserves to have a husband that provides enough so that she doesn’t have to work on weekends however she does need some time away from the kids as she chooses not to work during the week in order to be with the kids. I deserve to to own a large plasma television with the latest surround sound set-up but instead I have a small LCD T.V. with an old surround sound system. My wife deserves to get her nails done once a week or twice a month (whatever it is that is required) along with the periodic massage, as she used to do before we had kids.

I have a good job and hold a nice position within the company. I earn a decent salary (although I have made less and less over the past 3 years) with health benefits, have a company car, a 401-K, vacation time, unlimited sick time and the flexibility at times to go in late and/or leave early. My wife and kids love me and everyone is healthy. My family is happy for the most part and we are always there for each other. We do not skip or pay our bills late and never wonder if we will have enough money to buy food. I am just a father that thinks his children deserve everything and a husband that feels his wife should want for nothing. So why do I feel like we deserve all of this? I am not sure but I do! I do not understand were my feelings of entitlement come from but I have to do better just to remind myself of what I do have. I see and hear of many people that do not possess a fraction of what we have. As we know, many people are without jobs and cannot afford to see a doctor or do not know where their next meal is coming from.

So who the hell am I to complain?!?!

Ok enough of this crap… Corey (my 3 year old son) is running around wearing a Dorothy costume complete with ruby slippers, Jordan is wearing his Buzz Lightyear costume and Nicky is yelling at both of them! FRIGGIN KIDS!

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By Real Dad, September 28, 2009 10:26 pm

Yes, the title says it all: FATHERHOOD MEANS POOP ON THE FLOOR!

The wife and I have been delaying our potty training of Corey until the other kids went off to school and so far Corey has been great. It has been about 2 weeks now and he has had minimal accidents which surprises me because he hasn’t shown any interest in using the toilet previously.

Yesterday afternoon was actually lazy time since Nicky was off to camp (that is what we tell Jordan and Corey when Nicky goes with his grandfather to Long Island to visit family) and the other 2 were taking a nap. I was going to try to take a nap myself but decided on watching some football in peace. Corey woke up only after sleeping for 1.5 hours and Jordan woke up soon after. Meanwhile, Carrie is passed out and I am stuck with a totally nude potty training 3 year old and a 4 year old. Yes I said totally nude because when we put pants on him he just pisses in them! So anyway, he immediately tells me that he has to do pee-pee so I whisk him off the the toilet. He does more then pee so I am happy because I am always concerned with my kids bowel movements, or as they say in Nicky’s school BM (what every happened to SHIT?). Fatherhood created a deep concern for the frequency and consistency of my kid’s BM’s (couldn’t resist myself), I don’t know why but it just did….. OK! I proceeded to clean his little butt and resumed my football watching position on the couch. Within seconds Corey tells me that he has to go pee-pee again. So I hoist my fat-ass off of the couch and back to the bathroom. He sits on the seat and immediately says that he is all done. I return to the couch and as soon as I lay down he says it again. Same story….nothing. We do this 2 0r 3 more times within the next few minutes with no results.

Alright, so now I am majorly annoyed. Carrie is still napping and I am trying to watch football with 2 small kids….1 of them nude yelling “I have to go pee-pee!” every 60 seconds. I sit down this time, in anticipation of having to get up again and I look over to see Corey’s face red and straining. You know that look, the look you would expect if a bowling ball was passing through your colon. He says to me in a raspy I am straining type voice “Dad-dy, I – have – to – DO – pooooppy….uuuhhhh”. I jumped up as if Megan Fox were naked at my door only to see a turd hit my living room floor!  I yelled  “Corey, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” and he simply replied – “Going poop Daddy”. I could not argue that. Before I could grab him and carry him to the bowl a junior turd dropped. What the hell? Needless to say I had to now wake up the wife. I had enough. We cleaned up the 2 turds and his ass to laugh hysterically. Although I was annoyed I was also extremely amused. Sick huh?

Fatherhood has meant a great many things to me over the past 6 year but I never expected that it also means poop on my carpet! How can a kid this cute just drop a DEUCE on my carpet?I don’t know but he only gets this one pass!

The Deuce Dropper!

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By Real Dad, September 14, 2009 8:57 pm

Ok..so in my last post I said that I would do everything possible to finish by noon yesterday so I can sit in front of the TV and spend the day watching football. I was certainly done by noon and even had time to get some additional things done for Carrie. I got all of my little snacks ready and made sure the beer was cold.

First, I watched the pre-game show then dosed off for an hour (I was awake at 5:30 to finish the floor) during the 1:00 games. It’s now about 2:30 and the only thing I can think of is the 4:00 Giants game! WOOO HOOO all hyped up and starting to fidget around a bit…..then the phone rings. It was Carrie calling to tell me that she would be home in about 30 minutes! DAMN..DAMN….DAMN! Just in time for the Giants game.

Needless to say, I did not watch my game in peace. I did not even attempt to watch the 2nd half! Just goes to show you…..IF IT SEEMS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, IT PROBABLY IS! A lesson my parents taught me many years ago….and I forgot!

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By Real Dad, August 28, 2009 8:54 am

This is how I feel about school NOW!

School time is quickly approaching here in NJ and this father cannot wait! Although I am not the one home with the children, I receive the result of my wife’s frustration.  This year Nicky will be in the 1st grade and Jordy will be in Pre-K classes 3 days per week. This is will be a well deserved break for Carrie. By the time school starts, Corey will not be taking Prednisone (read my last post for that one) and Carrie and Corey should have some quiet time together.

Having 3 children so close in age better pay off in the future because it is friggin tough right now! This house is filled with a lot of laughter, playful yelling, fighting, not-so-playful screaming, teasing, hitting, pushing and all of the other stuff that goes on between the father and mother……kidding of course. By the time I get home in the evening, my wife has been with the kids for about 12 hours all by herself, on most occasions. Needless to say, she is quite happy to have some reinforcement to help her but after working 10-12 hours myself, I am not always in the right mood to deal with the craziness.  We endure it well, I think.

For all of the mothers out there that chose to stay home and raise your kids: GOD BLESS YOU! This father couldn’t do it! I guess I could but I think I would need a daily dose of Valium or an equivalent (legal or other wise). I am certain that women are much better suited for raising children and I am not being sexiest here. I personally do not know many fathers, if any at all, that would choose to stay home but I know they exist because I follow their blogs. For now, I prefer working my ass off every day; at least I am not not surrounded by loud and messy kids all of the time even though I am speaking of my own kids. I am the hunter/gatherer! My bounty may not always be what my wife would hope for but she said “I do” so she is stuck!

This 35 year old father is off to work now. A 45 minute ride, all by myself with some old school Metallica playing through my MP3 player. That’s right, off to “work” or I should say: Off to a more peaceful place for the day! My blog, my rules!