So, this is the beginning of my “Mr. Mom Week”. My wife is on a business trip to Africa, Burkina Faso (100 points if you know where that is), and Dad is taking over the thousands of domestic and child rearing duties. And I say thousands since it is astonishing what my wife can get done in one day, and here I have to try to hold things together for a full week.
But, alas, I have a list and “instructions from the Master” on what, when and, most importantly, how to get through the upcoming week. Besides school and daughter items (up at a certain time to practice piano before school, parents meeting at school one evening, track down missing contact lenses from supplier, drive to violin lesson, make certain evening homework is done and with enough time for 2 hours of violin practice), there are evening obligations (English National Opera to see the production of Julietta, evening piano trio concert and dinner, take the Underground to Wembly Stadium to see the Elton John concert) and then Dad stuff (doctor appointment, conference calls, manuscript review, book cover to review, prepare for next business trip). I am exhausted already.
However, I am approaching this week with a detailed calendar of events, a shopping list, and a stalwart attitude (and a case of beer) to try to come even close to the level of organisation, leadership and support given to the family by Mom.
Understand that this is not the Brad Pitt “Mr. Mom” photo shoot stuff then give the kid back to the nanny and bodyguards. This is the real McCoy; me alone for a week with my teenage daughter. I’m certain if Stephanie were to write a blog it would be titled “Surviving Mr. Mom”.
I know I am not the only Dad to have a Mr. Mom experience, so I am calling on all my male readers to chime in and help us all understand that superhuman machine of flesh, blood, compassion, wisdom and grit called “Mom”.
PS: If there are no more blog entries for the week you can understand why.
Tight Lines . . .
John R Childress