One thing that has been crappy about the pandemic has been being the only one in the house going to work almost every day. It is interesting how we fell into roles during this time. Lindsey was with the kids most of the day and when I got home, I would be tired or it would be late enough that it was bed time. I did see them in the morning for a bit, but usually just for breakfast.
I can now totally understand how some guys (I do not think this ever happens in the woman’s case, but I am sure it could) become more passive in the parenting duties. I used to think it was weird that older guys would make comments about changing diapers or older women would be shocked if they saw me out with the kids. But, I get how it happens. When one parent is with the kids all the time, a routine forms, also practice makes a person better. I felt like I was just messing things up.
Then Lindsey went back to work and I had my first night with the kids. No, this is not some horror story about how I forgot how to feed them and messed up bed time. It was actually a smooth night and everything went great.
Nope, that is not the point of this post. I think awhile back I posted something about how my dad probably never changed a diaper. Or I could not imagine some of the men in my family doing those things and it just seemed so weird to me. Granted, it still seems weird, but I get it.
I am glad to be back to normal. I missed having my time with the kids. Look at how silly they are, I cannot imagine missing out on time with those goobers.
