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Thursday, October 15, 2009

My Job

My job besides keeping my little monster clean is nothing. My sole purpose is to make sure that the diapers are changed and that feedings happen on time before he grows horns. Sure I do other stuff like cleaning the house but really what that means is making sure that the dishes are not over flowing from the sink. So I replaced them with paper plates, next its paper cups and skillets.


As a guy it’s easier for me not to notice the messy things in life, or in my house. Sure I take out the trash when I hear my wife say, “Nick/Hun can you take the trash out when you get a chance?” As a guy I know she doesn't mean when I get the time but now, and not if I will but that I am going to. When my wife stayed home and I worked, I liked things clean; clean meaning I could find a dish to eat out of and some silverware to use.


Once she was pregnant with our little devil things got harder, I started doing the dishes except for the cups, I have a hard time fitting my hand in them. Then I started to always take out the trash once there were three full bags. Separate the laundry, fold the laundry and take it up stairs and leave it on the bed. I could never figure out how and where my wife stores her clothes.


Then I lost track of the furniture, it had become lost underneath the pile of baby products. It did not help that we were moving during that time. I have not done the packing since being married, just the lifting, moving and driving. Now I did all four so imagine the mess. All was okay though I was working nights and had an hour commute as long as I could find the bed, my keys and a clean uniform nothing bothered me.


Now I stay at home and wow, who would have known that kids could take up so much time for being so small. My wife is great she doesn’t tell me to do things but is just happy when I do. I'm starting to do more now that I’m figuring out a schedule for the little monster.


I see things as being gender specific; men do one thing women do another. I'm slowly breaking down that barrier. I can’t wait to go back to work doing what I never thought I’d like, State Correctional Officer. When I do though this chapter in my life will make me a better spouse and father.

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