I love my kids, I just hate parenting
The other night, I went out to dinner with some coworkers. We had a lovely time – discussing company policy, getting to know our colleagues in other divisions, eating a fine Italian meal and sharing 15-25 bottles of expensive Italian wine. All on somebody else’s dime. It was a lot of fun.
I ended up getting home at about 1am, pretty decently smashed, and crawled into bed beside my wife.
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The other day, my wife gently let me know that she was a little concerned with the language I used in my last post. That’s not an MP, I said. That’s a YP.
But then, the next day…
The doctor told us she loved the way my wife’s cervix looked. She used terms like effacement and dilated and etc. She says it should be any day now.
Let me repeat: It should be any day now that I will have a son. Yikes.
Does this change everything? Is it time for me to tone down my language, reconsider some of my actions in the face of becoming a father. Is what was just a few days ago purely a YP now an MP?
Is it time for Dad and Buried to grow up? Can I?