“Thanks a lot” – 9 Life Lessons I am Thankful For

“Thanks a lot” – 9 Life Lessons I am Thankful For

DiaryDad is thankful for life lessons he has learned and wants to pass them on. — Here in the United States we are prepping for Thanksgiving. A favorite holiday of mine because it reminds me to take a moment and realize and take stock of the many good things in my life.  My wife, my kids, my extended family, my friends, my health, etc… ( this list can go on for quite a long time). I start taking a a close look at the things I am thankful  for at this time of the year, specifically the lessons I have learned and want to pass on to my children.  I am often drawn to considering what lies ahead for them in the coming years and how I can help them prepare. If there is one thing that I have learned from being a parent it is that you cannot teach from theory alone.  Children learn far better and more completely by example.  So I have made a list of 9 life lessons that I am thankful for.  Hopefully my actions can reflect the lessons in this list, and that if kids are ever asked they can say that they learned the following from me: Be thankful for your body – Eat right, get exercise, brush your teeth, and get your checkups. You only get one body make sure you treat it right, and it will be ready for you when you need it. Be thankful for peace. – When we resort to violence to solve a problem it has not truly been solved.  When all is said and done violence only creates new problems that need to be...
So, Do You Have Kids?

So, Do You Have Kids?

I don’t know about you, but I am a way better worker now that I’m a mom. Moms are multi-tasking ninja! This guest post by Jessica tackles all those unfair assumptions bosses and employers make about working moms and explains why they’re total nonsense. To the working moms, You’re not less valuable to a company because you’re a mom. You’re more valuable. When I went on maternity leave, I was employed. A few weeks postpartum, and a major meltdown about returning to a job that just didn’t fit me (after multiple conversations to address concerns and work environment that resulted in no improvement), I sent in my resignation (essentially four week’s notice) and was instantly jobless. Now what? I’m not in my “prime.” I have a new baby to care for. I’m sleep deprived. My jugs are leaking. I can’t fit into any of my cute work attire. Annnnnd I have no job. Brilliant move. Brilliant. I knew my resume and qualifications were solid, and I’ve been told I give “great phone,” so I dove into the land of submitting tailored cover letters, double checked 30 times for typos. Now, I had heard before of women who found it more difficult to secure a job once they had a child, but it had never been an issue that affected me, and so I suppose I gave it less thought than I should have. Early on in my job search, I came across a posting that could have been written from my resume. I met every qualification and desire (on paper), and instantly submitted my resume. Within five minutes, I received...
6 Stupid Things All New Parents Fight About

6 Stupid Things All New Parents Fight About

I don’t care if you’re the happiest couple that ever walked the earth, right after you have a baby together, there will be times when you completely lose it on each other. It can’t be avoided. There is something about the stress of caring for a new life, mixed with lack of sleep and the avalanche of postpartum hormones, which will make you take it out on one another in the most unexpected ways. Here is just some of the stupid things that new parents fight about: 1. The Temperature Did I mention that after a baby, women’s hormones are out of whack? We will find ourselves covered in sweat when it’s 60 degrees. Sometimes we’re shivering when it’s 80. Just trust me that whichever person did not birth a baby just needs to roll with whatever temperature mom needs it to be. Put on a jacket and socks if you’re cold, or take off as many clothes as you can if you’re hot, but if you value peace in your house do not touch the thermostat. You’ve been warned. 2. Sleep Like perfectly civilized nations can find themselves at war over finite resources, a perfectly happy couple will straight up battle over sleep. Who gets more of it? Who had to wake up a million times? Who snores so loud that the other person’s sleep doesn’t count? You will fight about the quantity and the quality of sleep, and you will end up negotiating through barter systems you never knew existed. A blowjob for a nap? Cooking dinner in exchange for sleeping in? Whatever you have to do to...
The War Of The Christmas Music

The War Of The Christmas Music

Each November, my family and I enter into the War of the Christmas Music. Yes, it’s me against my husband and the three little darlings whom I brought into this world—I should add after a collective 36 hours of labor and three C-sections. This year, I’m taking a proactive stand. I’m taking my case to the people. Mommy wants to listen to “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” without the groans and moans from the backseat of the minivan. I would like to enjoy all 55 versions from 55 different artists of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” without hearing my husband call me a “lame-o.” Here are 10 reasons why my family shouldn’t give me a hard time when I listen to the holiday music that gives little old me such joy: 1. I don’t play the “I carried each of you for 9 (actually 10) extremely long months” card very often, but this year I will. Remember that without me, three of you would not be here on this earth and one of you would not be a father. I think that deserves a few fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-las for a few weeks. 2. Contrary to what some 16-year-olds claim, listening to large amounts of holiday music will not cause permanent damage to anyone’s psyche or cause anyone to turn to a life of crime. 3. Hearing “The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)” puts me in a much more peaceful mood and makes my head less likely to explode when a certain 8-year-old asks me 55 times if we could have mushrooms, then asks another 55 times if the mushrooms are ready,...
Hire A Babysitter. Now!

Hire A Babysitter. Now!

Father Time is a weekly column dedicated to the concept of time in a parent’s life, particularly a father’s life. The point of view comes from a father of two young sons, both under three-years-old, and how time really is just that: a concept. ◊♦◊ There we were: me, still puffy-faced from a week-long sinus infection, and my wife, still debating which jeans to wear that would flatter her, as we walked into Lemonade, a fashionable eatery in uptown San Diego. Imagine wall-to-wall pastel, 80’s music all day, and Whole Foods food served cafeteria-style by foodie hipsters. This was lunch. At 2 pm. Afterward, we waddled with over-stuffed bellies into Urban Outfitters next door. I didn’t know whether to browse or start clubbing the music was so hot. We perused books about how to microwave a cake for one, and almost bought a cube that changes colors. Afterward, we went to Trader Joe’s to pick up some basics, when the cashier, so curious about our day, asked what was the best part.  “It was our first time out in a while. Six months to be exact.” “Being away from the kids,” I said. It just sort of fell out. She laughed. “Some people might say so.” “It’s our first time away from them in awhile,” my wife quickly corrected. Yes, it was our first time out in a while. Six months to be exact. So, a mid-afternoon date might not be the most appealing time to go out with your Number One, but it was a good start. Especially after such a long stretch. I admit, we’re doing it...