with Avi Spivack
Hi, I'm Avi, and I try to put the work and the dad together, with mild success. This is all about trying to give you a view from what it looks like on the dad-man's side of the world, and I hope you find my ruminations humorous because I try not to take myself too seriously.
(First off, please excuse the long absence. I have no good excuse.)
Stay right there, I need to vacuum the playroom, be right back.
Okay, all done. Time to tell you that the Brits have cracked the code and workitmom.com has caught on! Check it out - here!
So how does it break down in our suburban household?
Now I certainly don’t do as much as my dear wifey - she cooks it all and ORGANIZES it all - I try to pull my own weight in our “modern” family (laundry, trash, dishes…) and gosh darnit, I am HAPPY.
As the “modern” father quoted says, and I concur:
“Entirely by accident, I seem to have stumbled on the recipe for happiness. Though I’m not sure if happy is the first word my wife or children – or anyone else for that matter – would use to describe me. Happy is far too stable a word. It speaks of consistency and optimism, both of which I only ever experience fleetingly. Grumpy. That sounds a bit closer. Neurotic, high maintenance, insomniac. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
So “happy” is a relative term.
What do you think?
Are you a happy pappy or do you have a happy hubby because he can rock that Dyson?
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