Being a Stay-at-Home Parent is Easy

…if you only have to do it for two days.

Bachelors for a Weekend
Bachelors for a Weekend

Eva took Talon on a weekend getaway to the Garth Brooks concert in Portland, while I stayed home with Atlas. We had a lot of fun and bonding time. I even took care of some chores, so she could come home and relax a little.

We started the weekend with and empty house. Literally. I woke up to an empty house, less Atlas and me. I was expecting to get a goodbye, but I’m betting that Eva wanted me to get some extra sleep, which I really appreciate.

Anyway, I woke up to Atlas making some crazy noises. I think he was yelling at his stuffed animals, then consoling them. Weirdo. So I got him out of bed, changed him, fed him, yada yada.

Then the magnitude of my ignorance began to shine through. I thought, “Eva left me this list of housework to accomplish, so let’s get started on that!”

[Stay-at-Home Parents, this is the part where you get to chuckle and nod because you know what’s coming.]

Atlas was having a good ol’ time playing with his toys, but just as I was about to start a task, he was right at my feet or undoing whatever it was I was doing. If that didn’t work, he would get into whatever mischief he could find.

The thing that baffles me is that if I was doing nothing but watching him play, he was a perfect angel that wanted nothing to do with me. Trust me, I tested it.

Speaking of perfect angels gone bad, what’s with dirty diapers? When it’s full of pee, he lets me change him like it’s no big deal. But if it’s full of poop, he kicks and squirms and makes it nearly impossible to clean him without getting it on something. It’s like he’s on a mission to get it on as many things as possible before I can finish.

I tried to finish as many things on the list as I could, but I wasn’t very successful because I had to wait until he was either taking a nap or having a bottle. After I laid him down for the night, I took a movie break and decided that I should work on a “Welcome Home” present for Talon. It took me a couple hours, but overall I was happy with it. I’m not sure if she liked it yet, because I was asleep when they got home. Here’s a photo of the finished project. It randomly blinks bright/dim/off, but I couldn’t get a video in the right format to show you.

Cloudy With a Chance of Dreams
Cloudy with a Chance of Dreams

The next day, I tried to get back to cleaning and crossing things off the list, but Atlas was a little more needy. I just don’t know how any one person can accomplish so much during the day with a child constantly at their side or destroying what was just done. And yet, my wife does it every single day. Thank you, My Love. So much.

In conclusion, I went into the weekend with a semi-realistic notion that I wouldn’t be able to finish much on my list of chores, and came out with a much better understanding of what Stay-at-Home Parents have to deal with every single day. I know my experience wasn’t perfectly accurate because I didn’t have to do it for more than two days (day after day would really add up), but I now have a tremendous amount of respect for any and all Stay-at-Home Parents.

Thank you for working so hard with no pay to keep our home and family looking and feeling somewhat normal.

-Ryan

P.S. I purposely capitalized “Stay-at-Home Parents” because I respect them that much.

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