Why is alcohol called “empty calories?” Sometimes is the most fulfilling part of my day.
Category Archives: SAHD-isms
As time passes since the day I gave up my career to be a Stay-at-Home Dad, it becomes clearer that I’ve given up so little in exchange for becoming so much more
“Don’t cry because the TV is off, smile that I even let you watch it in the first place.”
I love my kids – they give me reason to drink.
At our house, come 5pm every night is Friday night; unfortunately, come 6am every morning is Monday morning.
Bedtime is all about ritual. For babies it’s milk and snuggling, for older kids a book and brushing teeth, for Dad, a martini and a good cry.
In a mere twenty years, I went from that crazy MuthaFucka Stuart to Martha Fucking Stewart.
My kids can ignore and mistreat me all day and yet, in the middle of the night, they come with those sad puppy dog eyes and crawl into my bed. It’s sort of a toddler booty call.
My wife and I love trying new positions. Unfortunately, this means figuring out how to get comfortable after children crawl into bed with us in the middle of the night.
I get the best workouts when I bring my kids to the drop-in-day-care at the gym, primarily because if I stop working out, they give me my kids back