I love my kids, I just hate parenting
I’ll be traveling (drinking) and shopping (drinking) and hanging out with family (drinking) for the next few days, so not sure I’ll be able to post a lot of content.
To help cover the gap, I thought I’d share the family Christmas card. Don’t worry, it’s not an obnoxiously boastful video promoting my new business. It IS a picture of my son.
Yeah, I know: WHO CARES?
Whenever I get down about my performance as a dad, all I need to do is take a quick run around the Internet until I find a video like this, and my spirits are immediately lifted.
I’ll bet it’ll have even you semi-decent, borderline-involved dads out there feeling better about your own shitty parenting in no time.
Merry Christmas!
Is there anything more annoying than asking your parents what they want for Christmas and hearing them say, “For you and your brothers to get along”?
Yes, there is. Asking them what they want for Christmas and hearing them say, “Nothing.”
Even more annoying? Asking your kid what he wants for Christmas and not being to hear anything over the ensuing filibuster. Seriously, I just walked out of the room and I can still hear my three-year-old rattling off items from his list.
Kids want everything, adults want nothing. Thankfully, when you have children of your own, it kind of balances out.
I used to question my son’s commitment to good manners, and my own ability to teach them. I figured some of it is my kid’s fault – something I’m not shy about admitting – and some of it is mine and Mom and Buried’s (but mostly mine, of course).
It’s easy to agonize over how well you’re instilling this stuff, until you realize what toddlers already know:
Manners are bullshit.
On Sunday, I made a joke about the infamous man cold and it caused a little controversy on my Facebook page (give it a like!).
I posted a joke – FYI, that’s pretty much all I do on Facebook, it’s definitely all I do on Twitter, and it’s mostly all I do on here and also in real life – about the way Mom and Buried dotes on our son when he’s feeling a little bit under the weather, and I mentioned how it’s the opposite when I get sick. Instead of going maternal, she goes Medea (not the Tyler Perry character). The claws come out and all I hear is how I’m needy and whiny and need to ‘man up’ and etc.
Some of the women who read that post got a little huffy about it, but I stand by my original point: Women love taking care of their sick sons but hate taking care of their sick husbands. And they don’t realize they’re the problem.