Last weekend, my wife and I got a babysitter and went out to celebrate a friend’s birthday.
This picture was taken on the subway on the way to dinner. That’s my decidedly less glittery hand holding up Mom and Buried’s phone so she can properly apply her eyeliner (I assume it’s eye liner? Don’t @ me!).
For the record: she swears she didn’t realize the scarf matched her iPhone case, and I believe her, because she impulsively grabbed the scarf as we rushed out the door. She had to do her makeup on the G train; we weren’t working with a lot of time! But we’re parents.
We’re never working with a lot of time.
Today, instead of putting my son on the bus and going straight to work, I took him to school so I could visit his class for “First Fridays.” First Fridays are a monthly occurrence on which parents are allowed – and encouraged – drop in on school and find out what our kids are working on.
Afterwards, on the train – in the middle of wondering WTF common core is all about – I suddenly realized I’d completely forgotten to do something I was supposed to have done first thing that morning.
Maybe it’s because I’m 42. Maybe it’s because I’m tired. But I think it might be because I’m spread too thin.
I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but this Sunday is Father’s Day. Yeah, dads get a day too, I’m as weirded out as you are.
But we are parents too, after all, some might even say equal partners in this whole debacle. Not me though. You can stuff your parenting equality in a sack! I want no part of it. I am plenty satisfied with my low bar, thank you very much.
Disclaimer: This post was sponsored by the makers of ibi.
As you know, I am the proud owner of two of the cutest kids on planet earth, and I love taking their picture. That’s partially because I like sharing those pictures on Instagram so I can make fun of them, and partially because, ya know, memories! And stuff.
All this is to say that my phone is almost always chock full of photos, which makes it hard to take new ones. And makes the prospect of losing my phone downright terrifying.
Which is why I’ve partnered with ibi.