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But most importantly, by being a househusband I learned a lot about my son, my wife, and myself. Over the time I was home, Seth and I developed a bond that I will always treasure, Lora and I got to see another side of each other, and I started strangely and inexplicably turning into my own mom – yelling about scattered dirty laundry and nobody wiping their feet when they came in the house. By treating the madness I experienced with a little humor, I had fun, and I hope the reader will enjoy my experiences, as well – and maybe even glean some insight into the parent/child relationship. This book does not tell you how to be a good househusband – my advice to other husbands who want to try it is the customary “Don’t try this at home, I’m a professional.” (If this book sells, that is.) But if you must, it’s one heck of a ride. I do recommend this book for nightly reading (for moms as well as dads), a stress-reliever for those ten minutes between when the kids finally fall asleep and you yourself close your eyes in exhaustion. Knowing that someone else is suffering a similar or worse fate is great comfort – doesn’t every parent you know talk more about their kids than about what happens at work? This book is not a typical day-by-day diary because the days all seemed to run together. (Feeding and changing a kid is a self-perpetuating cycle that can seem unending.) Besides, it took me weeks to write each entry, squeezing in a few precious minutes during naps and at night, when my wife came home from work. At night, when Lora came home, I temporarily transformed from Mister Mom back to Mister Dad, but things still stayed basically the same – except that I used a deeper voice when I scolded our kid. I wanted to maintain some kind of role identity, after all. Either way, I barrelled into parenting
full-force, all day and all night long. Becoming a househusband – as you will find
– is entering a whole new world. |