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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.

"I'm Sorry I Acted Like A Nut Ball"

August 27, 2013 | 08:47 AM

The other day our oldest daughter got herself into some trouble with her mom at her grandparent's house. She was upset with her mom about something and ended up not even saying goodbye to her grandparents when we left their house. I don't even remember the details of the argument, but her consequence was losing her American Girl dolls for a couple of days.

The next day we told her she could EARN her dolls back, one night early, if she wrote a letter of apology to her grandparents for her poor behavior at their house. She was resistent to it a little bit, because she doesn't like to be wrong EVER, but after weighing her options she agreed to it.

She went to her room and returned a few minutes later with a note that said the following:

I'm sorry I acted like a nut ball.

Signed Mysterious


After holding back tears of laughter I asked her why she signed her letter, "Mysterious," She said it was so they wouldn't know who was apologizing. Oh boy. We have a lot to learn. We then talked about how the whole point of apologizing is for the person to know you are sorry for what you did.

After a little discussion of some possible ideas, she wrote a rough draft, then a final draft and drew a nice picture to send with the letter. Next, she was excited to address the envelope, put a stamp on it and take it out the the mailbox.

Two days later she received a phone call from her "Mimi" thanking her for the letter. It's a nice feeling when, every once in a (long) while, you feel like your doing something right as a parent.


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