It has been 18 days since my last blog.
So much has happened since I last posted something, I don’t know where to start!
Since April 13th NFL players had been locked out, let back in, and then locked out again.
A Prince was married and I saw Sir Elton John dab a tear away as he sat in the front row. (Mr. Bean was there too, but I didn’t see him cry) Royal Wedding’s guests of nobility have come a long way since the glory days of Sir. Lancelot and Sir. Drake the Dragon.
Oh yes, and in France, a telecom worker set himself on fire.
Yes, my friends…so much has gone on, I feel like we are reacquainting ourselves.
I did not intend to abandon you for so long. I’ve been busy. Work. Being a Daddy. Popping bubble wrap online:
(This is a strangly addictive website, btw)
While I took my small sojourn, my wife has become more serious about her writing career, which I completely support. She is working to build her platform as a commentator of parenting. She has a good voice for it too and it can relate to a lot of moms out there who might feel isolated and alone. A good friend of hers, who is an accomplished freelance writer, even offered to help introduce her to a few contacts who may help in this endeavor.
I’m very proud of her.
My wife even had a great idea for me. “You know, there are a lot of guys out there who could use your perspective, too.”
The idea has merit and the wheels in my head started to spin. I could dedicate a portion of my blog on parenting stories told from my unique perspective. So, off I went on my own personal writing junket to research some guys who I could network with. I met father’s, handed out my business card, and took some snap shots of my perspective platform. Instantly I saw the need. Men could use some help when it comes to being better boyfriends/husbands/fathers. Honestly, most men need some help no matter what role they happen to fulfill at any given point in their lives.
So, off I went to dig up some research.
First, I found Carl. His wife asked him to hold Jr. while she got some snacks. Like the good guy he is, Carl maned up to the challenge:
I offered my business card to Carl but he just threatened to kick my ass.
I think Bob and Pat are heading to Niagara Falls next.
Being a parent is a tough job. It stress you out and sometimes you are not thinking as clearly as you should. I don’t know who this woman is. I didn’t give her my card because I try not to slip women notes with my cell phone jotted down on the back. I tried that once and got an angry call from a husband telling me to leave his wife alone.
Another time I got a call from a mother who told me all about her husband who is not nearly as sensitive and understanding as I obviously was.
Anyway, I was encouraged for my wife because there is a market out there for stressed out mothers who might need some advice.
And sometimes, mothers just have more money than sense:
It was an eventful trip, but I’m glad to be home, and back into my routine with all of you.
In the end, I reviewed the notes from my trip and realized there were a lot of parents out there who were just beyond help. So, I think I’ll stick to what I know and leave the child watching to CPS.
panovision101 already commented on this post, but I wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to see it. (I know sometimes I’m guilty of skimming over the comments) He had a great solution for this on a post he worte a few weeks ago. Check it out: