So Little Time

I had a very busy Easter weekend. So busy that I didn't get to do anything I wanted to do until late yesterday afternoon. (I took a day off from work). It's funny how I always go into the weekend with a list of things I hope to accomplish before Monday, only to get few if any of them done.

I think the biggest challenge of being a parent has been finding time and/or energy for myself. I've spoken to other new dads who seem to have all the time in the world to pursue their hobbies, and they bug the living piss out of me. Somehow these guys manage to jam with their bands, or play organized sports, or even go to clubs(!) while their uncomplaining wives do time with their little ones for 20-hour stretches.

Lest you think Robin keeps me under lock and key, I should mention that she's very good about giving me time off. I do get to go to a movie now and then by myself, and she has taken Keeley out of the house for a couple hours when I need to do some home improvement without being "assisted" by my daughter. But my off-time is still a rare commodity; not as plentiful as it was pre-baby.

I admit I'm jealous of the aforementioned Other Dads. I try to console myself by telling myself that I'm a better parent than they are, especially when I can tell just by speaking with them that they haven't got a clue as to how to handle their little one, or when their idea of spending time with their toddler consists of not leaving the house.

I shouldn't worry about what other people do. I really shouldn't.