Katie, Senior Writer
I took the clipboard and pen from the receptionist, and made my way back to the waiting room. I filled out the endless sheets of paperwork. Checked countless boxes for which I knew the...
But as any pregnant woman knows, life must go on. We must do the bare minimum to ensure chaos doesn't make its way into our homes. I don't want to feel like this; exhausted and sometimes lifeless in thought. I don't even have the energy to string together thoughts. There's really no amount of sleep either that can make me feel better. It's a different type of tired.
It didn't used to be this way. When I was a kid, road trips were a BLAST! We could lie down in the back without buckles. *Gasp!* And we went to sleep comfortably without restraints. The worst discomfort we had was the occasional sibling taking up too much room next to us.
Here's the thing—I secretly love it. I love that my son seeks us out for comfort. Even though the rational part of me is concerned about him relying on us too much. I love when I wake up first and my husband has a 30 pound toddler snuggled up next to his long torso. When I really think about it, these years will never come again.
The simplest thing I can think of is putting an ad out there. I'm talking Craigslist want ads. I mean how much more men friendly can we get? They don't need some lengthy post going on about their feelings, and desires. Dad's just want to get straight to the point of it all. They don't need playdates, and formal meet-ups. Ain't no (man) got time for that.