Adventures of Dad

So Abby went back to work yesterday and I officially became the stay-at-home dad, which works nicely with the work-at-home dad. I think it basically means I never leave the house. I’m thinking of sleeping over at a friend’s hosue just so I can get out.

Lots of people keep raising their eyebrows when they hear that I’m home with the baby and ask Abby how I’m doing. I’m not sure if they expect all dads to be terrible parents and so I should be calling and asking questions like is it OK to hose Lexi off in the middle of the driveway along with the car and the dogs or she’s secreting a strange brownish substance that smells really bad–what do I do?

Seriously. I’m being a dad all day. What’s so hard about that? I sing lots of non-sense songs (and you thought “It’s Breakfast Time” was my one-hit wonder), I contort my face and make all manner of vocal noises, I get peed on. It’s great.

Lexi does lots of napping so I’m able to get work done without holing up in my office all night long. We’ll see how long that lasts.

It’s only been two days, but it’s been good. I’m just wondering why more dads don’t do this.