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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
In May of 2011, I dismissed class for the last time and began a new chapter in my life, full-time dad. I taught middle school for seven years, but with two kids and a third on the way, I wasn't able to give as much time to teaching as it required, plus I wanted to spend more time with my own kids, instead of someone else's.

My wife and I have been married for nine years. She spends her days (and some nights and weekends) as an OB/GYN, or as my kids like to call it, “catching babies.”

We have three kids. First Born is eight years old, but likes to pretend she’s in college. Our son, Middle Man is five, but we’re convinced by the way he talks about things like “beautiful sunsets” that he’s an old soul, and our youngest, the Blonde Bomber is only three, but already has the attitude of a teenager.

Our kids provide us with an endless amount of stories. Writing and retelling these stories for Indy’s Child has been my part-time job for the past three years.

You can contact me on Facebook at True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad or via email at indyschildpete@gmail.com.

A Stay-at-Home-Dad's Family Vacation

A Stay-at-Home-Dad’s Family Vacation

October 26, 2012 | 01:23 PM

Since staying home with my kids is my job, I wasn't sure how much our family vacation would feel like a vacation to me. I would still be spending my days taking care of my kids, just like at home, would it really be a vacation? Luckily, it was.

There were several unexpected perks of vacation.

Other than the epic drive to get there, once we made it to the beach we walked just about everywhere we went.

I went an entire week without washing, folding or putting away clothes.

No cooking. We didn't even have a kitchen. So I couldn't cook, even if I wanted to. No cooking also meant no dishes to wash and put away.

Extra helping hands. When my son would walk into a room with his diaper smelling like a landfill, I could tell him that his mom was looking for him. Or I could tell him that his mom probably missed changing diapers while she was at work so it would be nice of him to ask her to change it. Evil, I know.

It's perfectly acceptable have a Bloody Mary from the tiki bar at 10:30 on a Thursday morning. Speaking of cocktails, I added the phrase, "bill it to my room" to my vocabulary.

Someone made my bed for me each day. I felt like I was seven again.

The most difficult decisions each day were, should we go to the pool or the beach and should I wear SPF 30 or SPF 50 sunscreen.

Every night around 6pm a housekeeping lady came around for turn down service and gave me pieces of chocolate. How cool is that?

So, even though I spent a week with my kids doing many of the same silly things on vacation as we do at home, to me it still felt like a much needed vacation.



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