Have you ever taken your kids to a restaurant? Of course you haven’t, you’d be dead and unable to read this! I kid, I kid. We don’t die when we take our children out to restaurants, we just end up wishing we were dead. In the latest episode of the Dad and Buried podcast, PeteRead more about Taking Kids to Restaurants[…]
I am not ashamed to admit that I sleep on the couch sometimes, and it’s not always because Mom and Buried is mad at me!
Sometimes it’s because I’M mad at HER! How about THAT?!
Most of the time, though, I sleep on the couch because it’s the nice thing to do…
Last year, I posted a video of my kids having an impromptu dance party to “We Are The World,” a classic 80s tune my 7-year-old learned about it in school for some inexplicable reason. (I’m not complaining: “We Are The World” is FIRE!)
In the video, my toddler can be seen dancing along with his older brother, occasionally attempting to mimic his amateur break-dancing moves, all while happily sucking on his pacifier.
It caused a little controversy.
I love to complain. Especially about my kids.
Parenting is a never-ending hellscape of stress and headaches, and as such it offers plenty of fodder for whining. God knows I do a lot of it.
That said, even I am sick of some of the typical rants. It’s time for parents to shut up about some of this stuff.
“Does it get better?”
That’s the question a follower asked me, in a lighthearted panic, after I posted a meme about unruly kids.
It’s just after my often-challenging eldest son’s 8th birthday, and this idea of things becoming easier is on my mind, so all (most) joking aside, I thought I’d try to answer. (But I hate being threatened by more experienced parents who warn me about the tween years or the teen years or the unemployed-and-living-in-my-basement years, so I’m going to try to answer without doing that.)