Dear Dads,

If you originally thought that your wife was from Venus, now that she’s a Mom, you have no idea even what Universe she descended from. I know you’re confused, and that’s why I’m here to help.

First of all, motherhood is tough. Yeah, I know being a Dad ain’t really a walk in the park either. No longer can you come home and enjoy a cold beer while the wifey does all the work. Long gone are those good old days. You are both doing it all, yet she still complains. Not at all like your Mom. And right there, that’s your first mistake. Your wife is nothing like your Mom. I don’t care if your Mommy has the world baffled on whether to give her a Nobel prize, Michelin star or name a kid raising method after her. Your wife is always right. Your mother and her parenting methods are not to be mentioned. Ever.

This brings us to number two: Fantasy. Pretend that her day was interesting and that you do want to hear about it, even though she just had to change diapers all day while you had to kick some serious butt. Pretend she isn’t fat, pretend her hair still looks great, see where I am going. Honesty is not the best policy. Flattery is, at least until life gets back something that resembles normal, or at least no longer making us feel like we are upside down hanging from the hinges. 

Rule number three is to lower your expectations. I mean the fact the two of you still speak is applaudable. And while you want to have sex, we truly just want to sleep. Let me tell you, I’m lacking about a year of sleep and the only romance I can muster is not to zzzzzzzzzzzz on the couch in my PJ’s. Sex is entering a danger zone…like poking a sleeping bear. That’s how we ended up with these kids and do we really want to risk it even if it’s just a one in the billion chance of a baby? I love them, but it’s enough. The most I can handle. 

On to number four: Kids and hubby. I just have one category and you and kids are both in it. Hm, hm, now why is that? Some food for thought maybe.I truly should not say anything more. Revealing our secrets like this will get me into enough trouble.

The final point Dads, is that you are really not doing anything wrong, just that you are not doing it our way. Now we actually need you to be our best friend, instead of a Viking lover plundering the villages. We just want to know we’ve got you, that no matter how crazy we might sound, act or do, you have our back. And that you keep reminding us it’s not just about the kids, because truly we don’t want to be left with a stranger, when the kids leave.  

There you have it.  The rest of the things you’ll just have to figure out on your own. I’ve said too much already. Good luck. 

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I'm a thirty-something (let's not get into that), mother of two always on the move girls, and married to a husband in love with photography. We love to discover the world. Born in Slovenia of Croatian descent and most probably all English in one of my past lives I am not able to stay put for too long. Luckily the same goes for the rest of my bunch. I love to read, need to write and then share it all on my blog. Well, perhaps not all... maybe.

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  1. Oh, Inga. I love you. Sex is entering a danger zone…like poking a sleeping bear. HA. And YES. xxx+o

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