Everyone reaches that stage of life where they begin to ask
the important questions. Questions like
"What's so special about 'Grey Poupon'?
Isn't it just fancy mustard?"
Ok, I take it back. That's not
one of the important questions of life.
In fact, if there was a bottom three for most important questions of
life, that'd probably be below those. Do
you track me? I think I literally just
said the 'Grey Poupon' question is the most useless, unimportant, and trivial
question that there is, has ever been, and will ever be for the duration of
mankind.
No, the question that I'm talking about is one that has
reared its ugly head for me from time-to-time over the past few months. That question basically being some semblance
of "Who Am I?". Side note,
maybe I have too much time on my hands if I'm pondering the same things that fictitious
male model, Derek Zoolander found himself pondering. Now, I know my name's Jesse. I'm married to Bethany, father of Ellie. Son of Terry and Cindy. Proud to call myself a Christian. Those are the major things (in no particular
order) that make me me. However, still
the question remains, "Who Am I?".
Well, today, I finally got somewhat of an answer to that one.
As you probably realize, there's a certain amount of
predictability to being a stay-at-home dad in terms of my schedule. Basically put the baby down for a nap, feed
her when she awakes, change the diaper, play, rinse and repeat. So per procedure, once Ellie awoke from her
morning nap, I roused her from the swing and commenced the refueling
process. Normally, nothing calms what
ails Ellie like a nice bottle of milk.
Unfortunately for yours truly, that was not the case today.
See Ellie found herself in an extremely sour mood for most
of the morning. She actually spent the
better part of four hours rattling my eardrums.
I can't be certain, but there could be tiny cracks in all of the glass
in our home due to the intensity, pitch, and duration of her screaming sessions
today. Unlikely, yes, but I don't have a
microscope with which to confirm. Even a
pair of phone calls with her mommy didn't help.
Finally, I decided to resort to drastic measures and pull out the car seat. Of course, once Ellie was buckled in, the
smiles broke out immediately (See, strong troll game).
With no alternative, we set out on an afternoon
journey. While I was initially planning
on just driving around, I did pack our cloth shopping bags just in case. You see, Wednesday has turned into our
unofficial fruits and vegetables shopping day since 'Sprouts' has great
discounts on those days. Therefore, once
I confirmed Ellie was in a good mood, we headed to 'Sprouts' to stock up.
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While, wandering around the grocery store, we ran into one
of our friends who is also a stay-at-home parent shopping with her kids. Of course, Kayla and I chatted for a few
minutes before going our separate ways.
As I walked away, I found myself having a little revelation. "I'm a stay-at-home parent!" Now, I know you're confused and saying,
"Yeah, dummy. You've been doing
this for like seven months." Point
made. No, really, this was actually one
of the first times that I realized it. I
am a stay-at-home parent now and part of a small fraternity (or sorority). That's my job and it's important for me to do
it to the best of my ability. Even when
the days get long, the hours get hard, and my ears begin to bleed. Still important for me to do my best.
At least until Ellie has officially driven me over the edge
to the point where I'm sitting in the corner rocking back and forth flicking my
lips with my index finger while saying something that sounds like "Budub
budub budub". Once that time comes,
then I can only commit to doing the bare minimum for a passable grade. Just like my Biology 101 class in college. #DaddyWrite
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