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Dad is on night duty
Dad is on night duty












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My breastfeeding babies and toddlers pretty much just wanted me and my boobs at night. Listen, I understand that sometimes children just prefer their moms at night. And women going right along with this, coddling their husbands, assuming that they themselves should be the more exhausted ones. Men assuming that their SAHM wives will be able to squeeze in a nap.

dad is on night duty

Men insisting that they work too hard to wake up with a newborn. I see this crap happen in even the most liberated of families. Pure and simple sexism.Īnd it’s bullshit. Why on earth is the man the one who gets the easy way out when it comes to nighttime? Whether you work at home, from home, or stay home all day with your kids, you’re working hard as hell. I’ve heard the excuses: “Oh, but he works so hard. If you and someone else made a kid together, adopted one, or are in charge of one in any way, shape, or form, there is no reason, no excuse out there, that should dismiss one of you from tending to your kids at night. I mean, it definitely makes me all hot and bothered when I think about what a good dad he is, but listen up: All dads should help at night.

dad is on night duty

Whether it’s babies who need to be rocked, burped, or soothed toddlers who need another glass of water or kids puking or having nightmares, my husband wakes up to help almost as much as I do.Īnd you know what? That shouldn’t be notable at all. Night waking of some kind is pretty common around here. Our kids aren’t the world’s best sleepers. He helps out when the kids need us in the middle of the night, and he always has. Here’s the icing on the cake, though: This man-this exhausted man who works his butt off to provide for his family-doesn’t stop parenting when the lights go out. Sounds like a pretty decent guy, huh? I mean, I think he’s hot enough as it is, but fatherhood looks damn good on him. Then we eat, finish up chores, and I retreat to the bedroom to work while he wrangles our boys into their pj’s, and helps them wind down for bed. When he comes home, I throw our two loud, monkey-boys in front of him while I finish cooking dinner. Then he boards a train and heads to the city, where he works his ass off teaching high school English.














Dad is on night duty