I believe that all children deserve to have an at-home parent. I've said that before, but earlier today, I learned that this opinion is apparently an unpopular one, especially among some other Dad Bloggers with whom I associate on occasion. A series of questions were posted by a fellow Dad within a private Facebook group, all curious as to "How" this works in families where there is a Stay-At-Home Dad (SAHD). This gentleman and his wife both work, and they've been trying to find a way to change things up so that one of them can stay at home with their kids. He was looking for feedback, and while Addie was at preschool this morning, I offered some:
I hate this. Exactly four months ago today, I posted an entry dedicated to those that perished at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT. Yesterday, on the exact day that my youngest daughter turned 10 months old, yet another horrifically violent act of terror has taken place in our Nation. Whatever you want to call it - "The Boston Marathon Massacre," "The Boston Bombing," etc. - the traditional news media was quick to hit After Effects to whip-up some fancy graphics to pair with dramatic stock music to aid in feasting upon the carnage. As with any disaster, the "news" spread swiftly, filled with lies, speculation, and outright fabrication - our favorite social networks working overtime to keep delivering a heavy dose of garbage. And, like Sandy Hook, Twitter and Facebook users were quick to start sharing an image of a boy (and one of a girl) supposedly killed in Boston, easily inspiring the mindless masses to hit the "Retweet" and "Share" buttons without checking facts (or at least blatant details). As a wise man once said, "Who's the more foolish... the fool, or the fool who follows him?"
Dear Little Asshole,
When I arrived at preschool yesterday to pick up my daughter, Adalyn, I was very disappointed to learn that you'd made her cry. When Miss J. told me that Addie had been "sensitive" and "cried a lot" at the beginning of class, I needed a reason beyond the typical, overly-cautious bullshit that teachers seem to spew. I wanted the real dirt, and that led me to you.
I need to preface this by stating that if you're a regular reader of The Rock Father, this entry is not for you. It has nothing to do with the regular content of this website at all. What this is, is a very specific and necessary warning aimed at those considering doing business with The Sanctuary of Lake Villa, Buschman Residential Management, LLC, or with Gary Buschman of Buschman Homes/Interior Craft of Gurnee, Illinois. Before you make a decision, I urge you to consider my experience, and the experiences of those who have walked this path before you. It's a warning that I wish someone would've provided me back in 2007.
Last year, I celebrated one-year tobacco-free with a blog about my personal journey. Today, for the two-year anniversary of coming clean (cigarettes are a drug), I am re-posting that blog here on The Rock Father along with a few alterations and timely updates - particularly that Marlboro (under the Philip Morris or Altria name) is still harassing me...
March 14, 2011 is the day that I officially quit smoking. At some point on the night of March 13, I quietly took the last puff of the last cigarette in the last pack that I ever owned. Upon telling my wife that I was officially ''done,'' she took it upon herself to clean-up some of the ''smoker's mess'' that I'd created. The ashtrays of both cars were scoured. The sand-filled flowerpots that I'd strategically placed on my front porch and near my gardening shed were disposed of, along with a ton of stray butts that had made their way into the surrounding landscape over the winter months. The cleansing had begun.
Another week, another outrage. Parents love to get all bent out of shape about marketing these days, but sometimes the subject of the anger is just so ridiculous that any point in arguing becomes mute. Prime example: SKECHERS' recent line of "Daddy's Money" (styled as "Daddy'$ Money" with a Ke$ha-like "$") shoes. Mom Bloggers, Dad Bloggers, "Journalists" and pretty much anyone with keyboard full of virtual ink seems to be taking shots at the Skechers campaign this week, with many wondering "What kind of message" is being taught to girls about these colorful kicks with a "hidden" high heel inside.