I’m sure this has been discussed, but I can’t find it.
I hear a lot about working moms, and that’s a good thing. But there a lot of working dads too. Dads who work all day, pick up one of the kids on the way home and swing by the store for Hamburger Helper, and maybe help with the dishes. A lot of guys.
Yea, working dads, cause it’s not your job.
I’m a working grampa, by the way. That’s a lot more fun.
I’m sure this has been discussed, but I can’t find it.
The Dad in my family drives us to work and school, takes care of all the household chores, budgets, shops, makes a menu, and prepares meals, and takes Kid Unit to her doctor’s appointments. That’s work, right?
You are agreeing with me, right?
oh yeah, I do all that. Pick up kids after school/practice, cook, do dishes, laundry, help with homework, take out trash, clean house, grocery shop, etc… . My father did none of that. Different generations have different societal norms I guess. I certainly have no problems doing all these things. Okay, sometimes it’s a pain in the ass, but I’m a parent and this is what parents do, right? My wife works also, and she handles the bills, as well as sharing in the mundane domestic chores along with me. But I’m the better cook
Not sure what “working dads” means. I am the sole breadwinner for my family. I leave for work at 7:00 a.m. and return home at 6:30 p.m. My wife stays at home with the kids and does the shopping/laundry/cleaning/doctor appointments/Brownies/play dates/library/etc. On weekends I fix/renovate/mow lawn/etc. Am I not a working dad because I don’t take care of the main household chores and ferry the kids hither and yon? I always thought I was.
My dad did that… and now that I’m not home, helps even more (I think he got mellower with age). He was also the one who woke up at night when I couldn’t sleep or was thirsty and was calling out to my parents. Every time he would get up, bring me a glass of water, and told me to go count sheep in order to sleep. He also read to me at night. I told him the other day I was thinking of those things and how much I loved him. I think that made him happy.
His dad also helped around. I think it was him who took the kids to school, as well as sometimes cook. When I stayed with grandpa and granny, grandpa would sometimes cook, always do the dishes, and do some chores around the house. I still miss him.
I was appalled, though, when many of my classmates told me that their dads did little or no housekeeping chores. Heck, it even surprises me when my boss tells me her husband doesn’t do some of that stuff. And I’m supposed to be from the more traditional/sexist culture!
“Working dads” means exactly the same as “working moms”, only it’s dads instead of moms.
If I say your wife isn’t a working mom, she’ll probably smack me down. So I won’t say it.
Those weekend chores you do are more hobbies than anything else.
I won’t continue the hijack but this is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.
Every morning I’m the one who gets the kids up to begin the day. My wife leaves 45 minutes before I get up.
- I make breakfast for 2 kids.
- Make and pack lunches and snacks.
- Load the dishwasher.
- Make our bed.
- Put the dog out.
- Make sure the kids are dressed, teeth brushed, etc. and on time for the bus.
- Shower, shave, garbage out on Tuesdays.
- Go to work for 9:15.
On the flip side my wife is home first and starts supper most nights, but not all. Sometimes I come home and need to make supper too.
I do all the cooking on weekends, and also do the traditional “dad” stuff like the lawn, car maintenance, projects around the house, etc. Sometimes I help with vacuuming and cleaning, but am exempt from laundry.
I think we have a pretty good balance. My dad did NOTHING! He wouldn’t have had a clue how to boil an egg, if it came down to it. (OK, he BBQ’d a few times a summer.) My mum was a stay-at-home mum until we were in our teens however.
This morning I…
[li]woke the kids (partially my fault, I forgot to turn on their bedside alarms last night), [/li][li]poked at my oldest until he got himself out of bed and into the shower[/li][li]monitored my ADD youngster’s getting distracted/dressed routine until he was finally dressed[/li][li]fed them and my wife (eggs on toast, bagels or wrapped in tortillas) as I do most mornings[/li][li]got them in the car[/li][li]took them to the at-work clinic for flu shots (and held two of the three during the shot)[/li][li]took them to school & checked them in at the main office.[/li][li]and returned myself to work.[/li][/ul]
…after work today, I’ll…
[li]pick them up from the sitters[/li][li]take them to the Halloween store to get costumes[/li][li]get some Taco Bell on the way to church (just 'cause were out tonight - I can cook, too)[/li][li]drop my oldest at youth group[/li][li]take the younger two home & get homework done and my middle one bathed[/li][li]return to church to pick up the oldest[/li][li]and get them all into bed.[/li][/ul]
My wife has her college course tonight so I’m in charge of everything today but, in general, I’m a very active parent.
My little one is 18 months old.
Every morning, I wake up at 6:10. I get showered and dressed, and then get the kiddo on her way. Some days, my parents come and pick her up, which is easiest on me; other days, I drive her to another house, usually my mother-in-law’s. Either way, she’s off by 7:00, and she eats breakfast at the house of whoever is watching her that day. After that, I go to work, which is a 40 minute drive one way.
Every evening, I leave work at 5:00 and head back home. But first, I go to pick up the kiddo from wherever she is. Sometimes I do a workout at my parents’ house before I leave with her. We’ll make it home sometime between 6:00 and 6:30, hopefully.
Every evening, my wife and I feed the little one something for dinner. If we’re lucky, we’ll get to eat at around the same time. We give her a bath together, and get her dressed together; then my wife brushes her hair and teeth.
Every evening, I read books to her and roll around on the floor with her. She climbs all over me, and I eat her toes, which apparently never gets less hilarious. Some evenings we put her in the stroller and walk around the neighborhood, but lately the mosquitoes have been too bad for that.
Every evening, when she gets tired, she gets her soft pink blanket and her stuffed puppy. We get a few books and a bottle. I read the books and give her drinks until she gets drowsy. She lays her head on my shoulder and goes to sleep. Sometimes, like last night, this takes a while (we were up until after 11:00, ugh).
Every evening, I wait until she’s fully, completely asleep. I carry her to her bedroom, put her in her crib, cover her up, put her puppy next to her, raise the rail, and sneak out quietly.
Every evening, after she’s asleep, I pick up all the books and toys that somehow got scattered everywhere over the course of the evening and put them into something resembling order. And then it’s time to go to sleep and start all over again.
It’s hard to remember what we used to do with our time before we had her. I’m pretty sure, though, that it wasn’t as good as saying, “Give Daddy kisses,” and getting a silly grin before big wet smooches.