We all remember the utter hilarity that was T’s “Adventures in Dadding (Sh*t-Filled Edition)“post a while back. I prided myself on the fact that I have never, and will never, experience something as amazing as that day in T’s fatherhood journey. Everyone knows that parenthood is a far cry from sweet baby kisses under rainbows while unicorns graze in the background, sunshine shining down on everyone’s perfect smiles and glowing souls. Most often it looks like bags under the eyes, oh-shit-I-just-stepped-on-a-musical-toy-firetruck-at-3-in-the-morning, hair in a messy bun again, I think these clothes are clean, kind of situation.
And just to add to that glowing image of parenthood, I’m here to tell you about my adventures in momming and the moment that my pride in avoiding a T level of shit situation was lost. Continue reading