I’ve been working on a book about being a stay at home dad. It is a journey of what it is like to be a stay at home dad for the first full year doing this wonderful and challenging job. Why chronicle just a year? Not sure, it just seemed like a good well-rounded way to do this. I might make this a series of books and just chronicle each year until he goes to school for the first time. I’m honestly not sure just yet what I want to do, but I have enjoyed chronicling my journey. It’s a nice way to have a place to release the thoughts in your head.
I thought I would post up the first entry in this book in order to gauge the interest in it. Would you be willing to read this? Would you want to read this? Does it grab your attention? That sort of thing. I’m purely a fiction writer (mostly horror based) so writing something like this is really out of my comfort zone.
Well, I’ll shut up now. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think. If you want more I can easily start posting excerpts from it.
This first entry starts on the very first day my wife went back to work.
December 10, 2012
Sometime in the 3 to 4 A.M. range, I was woken up by a call for the binky. We’ve learned from others that sometimes when your baby wakes up in the morning he isn’t hungry, he just wants something to suck on. This didn’t start happening until he got closer to 3 months old and after he had started sleeping through the night. When he was younger he did need to be fed when he woke up because of his age, but now it seems he could go either way. When I get up at 3 A.M. I first check his diaper and then try the binky. I stay with him for a while to make sure it works and that he isn’t rejecting it. If he is rejecting it then by all means, I feed him. He is hungry.
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My first full day of being a stay at home dad is in the books. Monday Night Football is on and I am finding it hard to sleep for some reason. My creative juices are just flowing.
How was the day? Deceptively smooth. My boy went down for all of his naps rather easily except for the one around lunch. I’m not sure why he was crying so much for that one. No major diaper issues or vomit, no pee on the walls. I managed to get the dishes done, dinner cooked, and most of my laundry done. My wife and I still do our own laundry which is the way we did it before we got married. Tomorrow is another day so onto Day 2. Let’s hope it’s just as smooth.
A Poetry Journey 