Everyday my wife wakes up before me and does her morning routine. Yoga, breakfast, getting ready for work and is the parent of all four children until I roll out of bed. Lately because my back is out and I’m awaiting surgery, getting out of bed is later and later, especially on the days I hear arguing coming from the restless little natives.
If it wasn’t my partners in life, parenting for me would be impossible. Yes, I am the stay at home dad that manages the house, takes care of the children when they get home from school. I supervise and make sure they are getting their homework done and that their chores are done correctly. I sweep, mop, clean the toilet (no one else will) , and clean up their chores. I also run my own business and try not to let that spill over into my stay at day time which official starts when the first child gets home from school.
Fifteen minutes after five o’clock post meridian time my wife walks through the door and hours of bottled up frustrations begin to flow from all five of us and some how she manages to ward her way through the physiological mess we’ve created for her and she restores common sense to the rest of us and somehow she mostly maintains her sanity.
What I am saying here is simple. My wife is big part of this family. My blog is from an exhausted dad’s perspective it can make it appear as I write that there is only five of us, but in reality, there are six of us and that sixth person is the one who holds the five of us together. I am not a single parent. My hat is off to those of you who do parent by yourself; You are true heroes.
So as I write the stories here, some funny and some sad, keep in mind that my wife Penni is my support and just as much a parent involved here as I am.