Mr. Mom

This is apparently an old song. As in, 2006 old. I’d never heard it before until this past weekend when we were in Galveston at Schlitterbahn. (Fun, but too many people in one space for my comfort. And I don’t really care much for barely naked people banging into me in a “lazy river”. It’s never Brad Pitt or Alexander Skarsgard banging into me at Schlitterbahn. No. Just some ginormous man with boobs and a carpet on his back. )

I was sitting it out with my friend’s daughter who had freaked out on one of the rides and happened to hear this song over Schlitterbahn’s sound system. I couldn’t help but smile at some of the lyrics.

Pampers melt in a Maytag dryer
Crayons go up one drawer higher
Rewind Barney for the fifteenth time
Breakfast, six naps at nine
There’s bubble gum in the baby’s hair
Sweet potatoes in my lazy chair
Been crazy all day long and it’s only Monday
Mr. Mom

Football, soccer and ballet
Squeeze in Scouts and PTA
And there’s that shopping list she left
That’s seven pages long
How much smoke can one stove make
The kids won’t eat my charcoal cake
It’s more than any maid can take
Being Mr. Mom

We were very fortunate in that one of us was able to stay home with the girls. In our case it was Palo Alto who was Mr. Mom for quite some time.  I consider myself, and my girls pretty lucky. He was a great Mr. Mom. He was never the kind to just plop them down in front of the television. He always had some fun things planned for them to do whether it was at home, with playmates, with his Dads group, or some new adventure.

Of course now that they’re older, we just want to plop them down in front of the television without any interruptions.

I kid! (Sort of.)

The song is sweet and a reminder that being a stay-at-home parent is HARD, SO HARD, whether you’re Mom doing it or Dad. It’s the hardest job on earth, and the most rewarding, though that’s hard to fathom when cleaning the kitchen for the twelfth time in a day, or a diaper almost as often.

Thank you to all you moms and dads out there who do an amazing job, day in and day out.


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