There's this guy in his forties and his wife gets pregnant with twins and he builds an addition on their house but before he's done his wife has the babies and then he has to stay home and take care of the kids and finish the house and do a bunch of other stuff too. Also there's a really big dog with emotional problems.
Friday, August 31, 2012
How I didn't freak out when my kids went to pre-school
I've really fallen down on the job here. I was writing a post about our wonderful trip to my parents' house in Oregon, when the editor dude from CNN Headline Newswebsite asked me to write something about Ann Romney's speech at the RNC. So I dropped everything and wrote it. Then they decidedI need to expand it and they'll run it over the weekend. Now I've got nothing.
Except for a couple things I published elsewhere.
The Urge to Purge
This would make a great companion piece to the post I haven't finished about visiting my parents. It's about the part of the vacation where we finally clean out all the crap that we had been storing in their garage for the last eight years. Read it on Aiming Low.
Every Neighborhood Needs a Grumpy Old Man
This just came out in San Diego Uptown News. It's about my hands-on approach to dealing with careless motorists in my neighborhood. Read it on SD Uptown News.
How I Didn't Completely Freak Out about Sending my Kids to Preschool
I wrote this one for San Diego Family magazine. Click this link for the whole column, or read the teaser and decide for yourself...
If you’re sending your youngsters
to school for the first time this fall, there’s a pretty good chance you’ve got
mixed feelings about it.When I
thought that our three-year-old twins were going to be attending their “safety
school”—not our first choice, but one we were comfortable with—in September, I
had felt a mixture of anticipation, anxiety, and wonder at the fact that they
were already big enough to go to school.
But then I got a call at the end of
May from our “long shot” school: the one on whose waiting list we had put our
girls when they were six months old.They told me that they had two openings starting at the beginning of
June (it’s a year-round school), for two days a week, and that if we didn’t
decide right away, the spots would be snapped up by someone else.
After a return visit to the school,
we loved it even more than we had when we first toured it two-and-a-half years
ago.It seemed perfect for our
girls, so we decided to go for it.
At that point, my feeling-mixture
shifted to something more like equal parts giddiness, dread, and existential
angst.The prospect of school in
September had still seemed distant.The idea of sending them off within a couple of weeks, however, put me
into a state of mild panic.Had we
stuck to the original plan, we would have had more time to emotionally prepare
the kids; and, just as importantly, I would have had time to figure out what I
would do with my days when they were in school.After almost three years of being a full-time stay-at-home
dad, I suddenly needed to figure out how to make myself useful when there were
no kids around. read more...