Being a stay-at-home Dad

Boy, this being a stay-at-home Dad is hard work. I haven't had a chance to blog, nap, go to the gym, or do anything that I've hoped to do on my week of holidays (which are now half over).

Yet this afternoon I have somehow managed to convince Layne that naps still do exist, so I'm looking at the clock, and at the mess around me that I have promised Amy will be cleaned up sometime this week, and yet here I am, on the computer, feeding my habit.

Although I always knew Moms and Dads who stay at home with their little ones have a full-time job, it's nice to actually experience it first-hand. Although we've had our run-ins — yesterday's snowsuit battle was absolutely epic — Layne and I have had a great week so far while Mom's at work, topped off by playing in all the fresh snow Port Hope has this morning and then taking a sleigh ride around the neighbourhood.

Now that's being on holidays.

Uh oh, I think I heard her stir in her crib and I haven't eaten lunch, cleaned the downstairs, loaded the dishwasher ...