I love my kids, I just hate parenting
Sports! It’s not just the name of one of the best albums of the 80s. (Huey Lewis and the News FOR LYFE!) It’s also the subject of what is often one of the worst parts of parenting, whether your kids are into sports or not. This week on the Dad and Buried podcast, we diveRead more about The Sporting Blues[…]
Sometimes, in the midst of parenting, it’s easy to lose track of your kids. (Figuratively speaking, of course!)
My 7-year-old and I butt heads on the regular, never more so than when we’re navigating the everyday stresses of our daily routines.
Schedules and stress and exhaustion and frustration combine to make our relationship combustible.
It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times, it’s bedtime. You’ve done it, you’ve survived another day of parenting, and your reward – a few hours of adult TV, a glass of wine or beer, and a little blissful silence – is just around the corner. But first, you have one more challenge:Read more about Bedtime is Hell[…]
I could hear them talking in the other room.
My wife’s voice was soft, nearly whispering. My son’s voice, on those rare occasions when he interjected, was uncharacteristically tentative, uncertain and wary. I stopped listening. I knew what was being discussed.
My wife has multiple sclerosis. And she was explaining it to him.
Last weekend was St. Patrick’s Day. This weekend (and next) is March Madness. Those are major drinking occasions. But they have nothing on parenting! This week on the Dad and Buried podcast, I crack a beer (Pete abstains; he’s doing Dryuary in March because he’s an idiot) and we get into drinking while parenting. YouRead more about Drinking While Parenting[…]