Boiling Points

So my new plan for finishing my master's thesis involves going straight to the library to write as soon as I get off work. This way I don't sit down at home for even a second to distract myself. Well, the problem with said plan is that means Valerie's day with only Carver now goes from 6:00 or so when she first feeds him until 7:30 in the evening. Don't get me wrong, he's incredible, but on fussy days I know it gets really frustrating. Its easy for people to assume that staying home with kids is some sort of easy task, and any old Sailor Jerry could accomplish the same task, and even bring the kiddy along for a round of frolf. It's not true. It is at least as much as a full time job, and then you are still at home when 4:00 rolls around.
The dad tip? Don't let your wife get to this point!
That's a poem I read in a poetry class I took as an undergrad. It is incredibly written, and incredibly believable. Who doesn't picture perfectly the situation? The mouth that is the oven, the baby, the ironing, the boy silently walking down the hall with his world completely turned upside down.
Protect your wife from this type of event! Go home and play with your kids while she does whatever the heck she wants for half an hour. Yeah, you worked hard today, at a job you may not enjoy, and in your mind she has her dream job. Well, chock it up as storing up your reward in heaven, and getting to play with your incredibly valuable kids. Do it today!