To be a dad
It would be great to switch roles for Toccoa's next birthday with Dave.
Y'know, sit back while he plans Toccoa's birthday party from inception to the end, then organize all the toys (not to miss any small pieces, since for some reason Tinkerbell toys have to have 2 centimeter-wide tea sets) ... and put away all the other crap like cupcake containers, wash dishes, etc.
In addition to that, spend a whole day answering a million repeat questions from Toccoa like, "What are we doing today? Where is the party? How many more hours? Is so and so coming to the party?" Oh the non-stop questions!!
And all I have to do is show up at the party and yap with my friends.
That would be soooo great.
I'm not saying Dave's a lazy father or helper - he's a great dady. But like other dads, it just doesn't cross their minds they need to offer their help in party-planning. I asked Dave to get water and he couldn't even get that right the first time. And I sent a photo of pink frosting with a text that I needed WHITE but he came home with pink. Augh!!!
Being a dad is so easy.
Moms have to worry about EVERYTHING. Things in the present and in the future. Taking care of the kids and the house and finances and food, etc. Moms have to worry about the kids first ... and at the same time worry about ourselves to make sure we don't neglect ourselves while balancing all the roles we play of mom, wife, employee, daughter, sister, friend, Self. Unfortunately for me (and Dave), being "wife" is my last priority.
Moms are super humans. All of us. No matter our parenting style or how we choose to live and teach hour kids. We are super humans, because we have the energy to keep going much, much longer past the point when dads give up. Because we can't give up on our kid when they're sick, or fussy, or tired, or throwing embarrassing tantrums in public, or just need to be held.
I salute all the moms out there. For keeping the batteries charged!
Y'know, sit back while he plans Toccoa's birthday party from inception to the end, then organize all the toys (not to miss any small pieces, since for some reason Tinkerbell toys have to have 2 centimeter-wide tea sets) ... and put away all the other crap like cupcake containers, wash dishes, etc.
In addition to that, spend a whole day answering a million repeat questions from Toccoa like, "What are we doing today? Where is the party? How many more hours? Is so and so coming to the party?" Oh the non-stop questions!!
And all I have to do is show up at the party and yap with my friends.
That would be soooo great.
I'm not saying Dave's a lazy father or helper - he's a great dady. But like other dads, it just doesn't cross their minds they need to offer their help in party-planning. I asked Dave to get water and he couldn't even get that right the first time. And I sent a photo of pink frosting with a text that I needed WHITE but he came home with pink. Augh!!!
Being a dad is so easy.
Moms have to worry about EVERYTHING. Things in the present and in the future. Taking care of the kids and the house and finances and food, etc. Moms have to worry about the kids first ... and at the same time worry about ourselves to make sure we don't neglect ourselves while balancing all the roles we play of mom, wife, employee, daughter, sister, friend, Self. Unfortunately for me (and Dave), being "wife" is my last priority.
Moms are super humans. All of us. No matter our parenting style or how we choose to live and teach hour kids. We are super humans, because we have the energy to keep going much, much longer past the point when dads give up. Because we can't give up on our kid when they're sick, or fussy, or tired, or throwing embarrassing tantrums in public, or just need to be held.
I salute all the moms out there. For keeping the batteries charged!
posted by Pazz at 9:06 PM
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