This weekend.

73 screaming fits unavoided.

122 pouts reprimanded.

4 accidents due to negligence.

31 questionable parenting decisions.

And those are only the things I am KIND OF doing wrong.

I remember when we left the hospital with our daughter, and stuffed her into her newborn carseat, confused as to why the straps were so tight…never imagining that there might actually be a lever to loosen them. That should have been recognized by the hospital as a red flag. But no one asked for my parenting license. No one asked for my Fatherhood Training certificate of completion.

It’s not getting better. In fact, if you consider that time and experience should be improving my parenting skills, it’s actually getting worse.

If you are a licensed therapist, you may recognize this as a “cry for help”.

This ship is gonna hit the bottom of the ocean with the force of the Titanic.

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Other than all that…pretty nice little weekend.

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