Do you guys believe in past lives? Reincarnation? That whole shebang? Kind of deep for a Tuesday morning, eh? Don’t worry. This isn’t some religious rant or introspective piece. I know this space is a light hearted food blog, duh!
I have given it a lot of thought, and if I get to choose what I come back as, I have decided I am coming back as a dad. Yep, throwing in in the towel as a mom and living the good dad life. Moms out there, don’t you agree?
Let me just preface this post by saying that I get dads do a lot. I know of several stay at home dads out there that do a ton. This ain’t meant for you guys. I also want to say that, as much as I rant, as much of this that may or may not be based upon my own life, I love Mike and I love being on the same parenting team with him. Wouldn’t trade this life for anything!
Ok, got my little disclaimer out of the way, now on to the good stuff!
When I come back as a dad, I cannot wait to have all the naps I want. I will feel so taken care of and relaxed that I will finally be able to achieve the elusive nap in the middle of the day which has evaded me since college. Then, because I am so well rested, I will be able to stay up later and watch ESPN and catch up on all my shows after our kid goes to sleep. I will be sure to throw out the random, “I’m so tired” the next day just to make my significant other feel like I am in the same boat.
I cannot wait to have my laundry done for me every week. I will most likely get to putting my laundry away by the end of the week, but that really depends on how much work I take home with me ooooorrrr how close to the start of fantasy baseball it is. I mean, there are priorities. Plus, over the years, I learned a little trick, that if I wait long enough, this magical thing happens where the laundry gets put away all on its own. Cinderella’s helpful mice and birds really do exisit!
Lastly, I will get to do the big deep sigh upon walking in the door after a long day of work where I didn’t have to think about how my kid was eating-sleeping-pooping-cranking all day. I will get to see my little one come running to me like he forgot his mother even existed and then I will get to sit down to a hot and fresh cooked meal of tostadas with crispy fried eggs on top, which may or may not have been prepared by my loving, exhausted, grease-splattered-on-her-shirt wife.
“Sorry dear, I was too busy eating to give you a kiss hello.”
Cue the Wayne’s World dream sequence music.
Ah, alas that is not my reality. The reality I have isn’t too shabby. I get to eat these tostadas too. It just is nice to vent to you, my lovely readers.
PS Don’t forget that I prefaced this with a disclaimer so nobody can be offended. Wink emoji!
Crispy egg technique from Smitten Kitchen.