As of lately I have been feeling more and more down about myself. I know it is my duty to make sure things are okay in my own brain, but it is hard when life has just kicked you and keeps kicking you. I have been unemployed for just about a year now, and it seems like no hope is in site. With Lindsie working during the days I am left with evenings and weekends where I am available for work. Those type of hours, I have found, are almost the hardest jobs to come by and when I do locate them they are very demanding for little pay, and they never get back to me. I miss being able to go into a job and feel like I am worth something and supporting my family.
As of now I am a Stay at Home Dad (and for the most part I love it. Owen makes things rad), but can this be called a job? We live in a society where it is okay to be a Mom that stays at home, but when you are a man people expect more from you. I take good care of my kid, playing, feeding, changing and teaching him through out the day. On top of that I make dinner and care for the house. I think that is a lot of noble work and makes for constantly busy days.
Well enough of my bellyaching, though being able to convey my feelings and express myself makes me feel a bit better. Let us humans look kindly on the Stay at Home Dads, as if they were equals to the Stay at Home Moms.
And now for the kid that makes me smile when I don't feel like it...
Owen loves being buried in his stuffed animals.
He is messy, but so darn cute!
How does the little piggy eat?
What a weirdo.