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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
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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.

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November 25, 2013 | 12:28 PM

For the first time since I made the decision to become a full-time stay at home dad, over two years ago, I walked back into the school where I used to teach.

I hadn't really been avoiding it, I just didn't have a reason to go there anymore, until today. I was there to get tickets to their school play that my second grader so desperately wanted to go see. Once I was buzzed in (no keys anymore) and signed in as a visitor (with my visitor's badge attached to my shirt), it felt strange being back. Sure there, were lots of people I once had daily conversations with that I hadn't talked to in a while, I enjoyed seeing and talking to them very much. Also, it was great to disrupt their classrooms by walking in having a quick chat, then moving on to the next room. It was a morning with lots of hugs and handshakes.

But the best part of being there was, I didn't miss it, at all. I didn't feel like I wanted to be there teaching instead of holding my two-year old's hand as we walked from room to room. I was perfectly happy to walk out of those school doors, not at 4:00pm, but at 11:30am, to go spend more time with my own kids, instead of someone else's.

-Pete


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