For those of y'all who don't follow my other blog, you should know that this week marked my transition from being a full-time-work-outside-the-home mom (FTWOHM) to being a part-time-work-at-home mom (PTWAHM), with yesterday being my very first day of staying home (VFDOSH).
Today, my husband decided to take a day off too, and right now, as I write this, from my cozy bed, buzzing from my third cup of coffee, THE MAN IS CLEANING THE HOUSE. No, seriously. I just went downstairs from some half-and-half and there is laundry being done. The kitchen is clean. Currently? He is Swiffering.
Recently it has come to my attention that they let DADS have blogs nowadays too. I know! Next thing you know, they're probably going to want equal pay and their own Flickr accounts. And possibly the right to vote. So in honor of my husband (good gravy, I hear the vacuum cleaner), let's check in with a few of my favorite online fathers...
DaddyTypes, a great blog for new dads, is conducting a poll about using Benadryl or other, ahem, sedatives on your children in preparation for a long flight. I am not touching that topic with a 10-foot-long pole duct-taped to a second 10-foot-long pole, but I think the discussion and poll results are pretty interesting.
The always-hilarious Dad Gone Mad got his son to blog about poop. Now THAT is an accomplishment, and I congratulate him on his most excellent nurturing of the next blogging generation.
And MetroDad wrote a letter to his 18-month-old daughter documenting the inevitable descent from Cool Person to Dorky Parent Type.
"There was a time when your parents were much cooler, Peanut. Hard to believe but it's true. Before you were born, your mother and I used to have quite an active social life. We would go to fun parties, attend Off-Broadway plays, check out new bands, chill out in cool lounges, and discover new restaurants. After you were born, things slowed down quite a bit. You were the only social life that we wanted to have. From the moment you were born, everything else fell by the wayside and you become the amazing epicenter of our new lives. We spent every moment of every day trying to figure out how to spend more time with you. In all honesty, we couldn't have been happier. "
Oh my. Ahem. I'm sorry, it suddenly got extremely dusty in here. Where's my husband with that Swiffer?