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Work It, Dad!

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.

The naked dilemma

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I dated a girl in high school who once told me that her father walked around the house naked, or at least naked from the waist down (which is kind of all that matters), and I will be honest, I was SHOCKED - both that she told me this and that she told me this and did not see fazed by it; she even asked me why I was surprised, wasn’t this something that occurred in my house as well?

Um, actually, no.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against nudity, and I frankly hate the buttoned-up and covered-up American way of life (except when it comes to our love of porn). I am not one to run off to the nearest nude beach (Boston doesn’t have too many of them), but I am somewhat reserved and I just don’t like getting naked in front of other people…even my family.

So, here’s the setup: my daughter and I share a bathroom, my wife has the master all to herself (because I am smelly, hairy, six-foot-tall primate) and that is fine with me.

What is not so fine is that every morning, at some time between 6:43am and 6:58am, I am in said shred bathroom performing my morning hygienic rituals and my daughter knocks on the door because she has to pee (fair enough). I am typically at the sink shaving, clothed in boxer shorts (minimally), or boxers and a t-shirt. But many times I am fully undressed on my way into the shower, and you can pretty much draw the picture should my daughter walk into the bathroom while I was in transit…

Another interesting scenario is when she enters the bathroom and I am already in the shower. She does her business and then goes back to her room, no harm done.

BUT…

Last week she decided to be “funny” - she left, closed the door (my signal to exit the shower and grab my towel to dry off my primate-ness), and then she reappeared as I was in full-on drying mode. And yes, she took one look, gave me a look of shock and awe and confusion, and then she closed the door and left. No comment.

The questions here abound. When she was 18 months, I took my daughter swimming and I changed into my bathing suit in front of her. She barely knew English at the time, so she said, in Russian, “look, Papa has a tail.” How would she know what was going on there?

But now she is 5 and a half, and the curiosity is mounting…should I cover up or explain to her what’s going on with the difference in body parts?

When my wife was on a business trip she said she wished I could mommy; I said that would be tough to do, so she replied that the only reason I couldn’t do so is because we have different voices.

Of course my thought was: that’s not the only reason, little girl…

And so I continue to cover up, wondering when she will ask me about it, or when she’ll stop letting me give her a bath because she won’t want me to see her in the birthday suit - it all makes me wonder about how we deal with and discuss sexuality and genitalia, and it also makes me laugh.

Because what else can we do as parents except laugh, to survive it all.

What’s the naked truth for you and your family?

Familial mingling

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Let the holidays begin!

Yeah, yeah, I know this is SUCH an overused topic, but it is oh so relevant, so, cmon, entertain me for a few hundred words, won’t you?

I almost wrote this same post on the eve before Thanksgiving, when it was unclear how my family (and some of their friends) and my wife’s family (and some of their friends) would somehow be able to mingle successfully for roughly 4-5 hours on the most American of Turkey Days.

I feared the worst (though I tend to be an optimist).

Not that I expected a raucous food fight or a shouting match, but you never know when BOTH families come together with a lot of wine and pumpkin-based dishes.

So…how did it go?

Shockingly smooth, a wonderful time had by all, free from (major) controversy. And that’s about all you can ask for, right?

Great piece in the NY Times about how family gatherings can tend to bring out the worst in people - the criticism, the cajoling, the inappropriate humor (we all have one of those uncles, don’t we?), so somehow, I thought my blood pressure (and especially my wife’s) would be skyrocketing…

Just goes to show you that you should always THINK POSITIVE.

And try to do as little travel around the holidays as possible.

What did you do this Turkey Day and did you mingle your families?

Working fathers want more time with their kids (um, duh)

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And you wonder why we get a bad rap?

Men are workaholics. Men/Dads would rather run off to work than spend time with their children. Fathers aren’t *real* parents.

Check out this article from The Guardian, whose first line is: “Working fathers are struggling to juggle the competing demands of family and career, according to a report that shows that they are just as uneasy with their work-life balance as mothers.”

Is that really a surprise to anyone?

“The report…suggests that the long-running debate over the pressures experienced by working mothers, who strive to “have it all” – children and careers – is just as relevant to working fathers.”

My response? Duh.

Plain and simple: if you have two working parents in a household, it will - bar none - be a struggle for both parents to make life work. For it to be *news* that fathers want to see their kids and have to deal with work stigmas and all the other crap is - frankly - a bunch of crap. This is non-news.

Will there ever be “balance” between work and family? No way. Will there ever be true parity in responsibilities? I say hells no.

Perhaps I am a primitive being, but tell me you have true equality and I will drop to my knees and bow.

You divide the work. You do the best you can to balance. But if both parents work, there will inevitably be a constantly shifting scale. If you have the option for one spouse to not work, the division of labor is very clear, and in the majority of cases, that is the mother (though the number of stay-at-home dads is growing, slowly).

But I think this “study” - while somewhat admirable for pointing out that us men actually deal with the work-home balance thing too - shows that we still view us dads as secondary; and perhaps we are, but please, don’t tell me that these are somehow shocking results.

What I would like to see is a study that polls employees across a broad range of industries and that honestly elicits the truth about how “flexible” or “parent-friendly” each company is. Many firms sell themselves to employees as flexible, but once you’re in the door, it becomes a different story.

This whole issue is less about who has more guilt or deals with more bull, and it’s really about whether our employers are enabling the possibility of a closer balance between work and achieving a fulfilling home life (or maybe just a “sane” one).

Would love your thoughts on this issue - has anyone figured it out yet?

How I earned a PhD in Dishwashing

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I hate to brag (really), but I just loaded the dishwasher with more dishes than I could count.

And not just the regular dishes, I’m talkin about mixing bowls, spatulas, tongs, different-sized plates, and all kinds of glassware. It was a work of art.

Guess what else?

I can sort the recycling into metal/glass and paper, bagged and into the green box in under 7 minutes.

You want an onion diced? A knife sharpened? A can of corn opened (but without the top actually detached from the base)?

Done, done, and done.

Basically, I can look at a sink full of dirty dishes, food scraps, All-Clad pots, and silverware, and know exactly the most optimal order in which to wash them/load the dishwasher. Can you?

Unfortunately, I don’t have a secret to offer you, or to share with your husbands. It’s a skill that I have developed over the years.

Of course, back in our first New York apartments we didn’t even have a dishwasher, so it was all about speed-washing. Now I guess I’m spoiled. (Hint: always use powder-based detergent, not the liquid - I prefer Cascade Complete). I also recommend Method’s Granite cleaner, and Swiffer Wet for the kitchen floor.

All of this to say: since my cooking skills only extend to following recipes, I have been forced to perfect my kitchen-cleaning skillset.

Who cleans your kitchen?

When was your last real vacation?

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So we’re up in the White Mountain area of New Hampshire, fulfilling the year-long desire of our daughter to visit Storyland (for those of you who don’t live in New England, it’s basically a small-fry amusement park replete with a variety of scenes from classic fairy tales - Humpty Dumpty, The Old Lady in the Shoe, etc.).

Basically, if you have a child above 36 inches tall, you must visit.

We spent the day in the park with our friends, seeking out the thrills (my favorite was the “Polar Coaster“) and trying to stay in the shade; we came home, hit the pool in the July sun, and I was thinking that this was a nice little summer weekend “kid vaca.”

As we had dinner at a local restaurant, we ended up talking about vacations and how frequently we’ve been able to go - with/without, pre/post kids.

Morale: Boy, travel was so much easier pre-offspring.

So, tell me: what are your summer plans and when was your last REAL vaca?

Work or Family?

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So it’s probably bad luck to talk about something until it happens, but it’s on my mind so I’ll share it anyway.

Right now I have a well-paying job with a flexible schedule and boss and I can leave around 5 and can subsequently enjoy some pre-bedtime family-fun-time (as well as mostly work-free weekends and occasional - but not burdensome - travel).

I have an opportunity with another firm that would likely entail many more hours and more money (but not a huge amount more). I don’t have this other job yet, but as I ruminate the possibility of this new job, I begin to wonder if a slightly increased salary is worth probably missing out on time with my family, especially my daughter, who hits the hay around 7 on schoolnights.

My initial reaction is absolutely not. Our daughter is still at that magical age where she thinks I’m funny all the time and having a nighttime dance party with her and my wife beats out anything else I could ever be doing.

It’s the new-age question: work or family? (And some studies point to a shift in priorities…but money is still important, right? And so is my longer-term career…)

So, I will head off to my interviews with these conflicting thoughts swirling around, unsure what to do IF I actually get the job.

I’ll keep y’all posted.

Any advice?

Red Bull Generation

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I went into CVS the other morning to buy some scotch tape and found myself yawning uncontrollably, so I bought one of those coffee-flavored, vitamin-packed, large-can “energy” drinks, the quick pick-me-up.

The funny thing, I can’t get past 10am without needing a caffeine hit, and by early afternoon I need another.

Addiction? Probably. But why I am so tired all the time?

There’s a piece today in the NY Times about how we’re all more stressed and sleeping less, and I won’t lie that since my layoff and the general state of the world, I’ve been sleeping much worse, but still at least 5-6 hours - that should be plenty for a man of my age and vigor, right?

A cursory google search provides this result from webmd, which would suggest that I am better off avoiding one of the bunk energy drinks, but I began to wonder if the amazing proliferation of these drinks actually speaks to a larger demand in society - are we all tired and in need of a daily jolt?

Of course, parenting takes a lot out of us, and the daily grind of being a working parent undoubtedly adds to the effect, but are we living our lives the wrong way in the US? Do the Europeans and their 35-hour workweeks and 6 weeks of vacation know how to live better, with their priorities in the right place?

Oh, so many questions that I cannot answer; all I know is that I need a nap or another cup of coffee and it’s not even noon yet.

How about you: are you under-slept, always tired? What do you do about it?

How important is your family routine?

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Well, I am happy (and mostly relieved) to say that I am finally back in the employment saddle (starting Monday) after a not-so-fun 3+ months (which is the understatement of the year).

So instead of reflecting on the time I spent digitally networking and wearing the same dress pants for 4 interviews in a row (because I thought they were lucky), I am thinking about how our family coped with this disruption and how we will be happy to return to our family’s routine.

By nature I am neither organized nor tidy, but being married to a highly organized and clean (and amazing) woman has transformed me (a little bit). So while I never thought that maintaining a routine - daily and weekly - would be of importance, it turns out that keeping structure in our daily life amidst the insanity was very important.

We may be more set in a routine than others, but just as our daughter grew out of her “chaotic” infant months by finally conforming to a set nap and feeding schedule, we tried to simulate the “normal” daily routine in terms of who drops off and picks up our daughter from school, who is around in the house, etc. And the funny thing is that because of this, our daughter didn’t know I wasn’t working (being not quite 5 was helpful), and it made the whole situation somehow less mentally taxing.

And on Monday I will go back to the pre-layoff daily grind, with all of its annoyances, but I have a newfound appreciation both for being employed and for my wife, who ensured that we retained our routine over the past 3 months, and it was imperative.

What is your family’s schedule and is it mission critical to keep everything running smoothly in the daily juggle?

Are men lonelier than women?

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Unemployment leaves you with time for ruminating, self-reflection (and doubt), and it tests your personal resolve.

I keep linking to the NY Times’ Well blog because their posts continue to be pertinent; most recently, “The Isolation of Unemployment.”

But while the original post itself was timely, what struck me - as so often happens - was one of the comments, which I will quote here:

“Men need to learn to develop an inner life. Most women who find themselves unemployed marvel at how much they get done that they can’t do when employed. Learn to be alone with yourself. It is amazing what you will learn.”

Whoa. So this hit me hard.

First off, what a blatant generalization about the sexes. And second, is it actually true - do I not have an “inner life?”

I will say that this experience of unemployment is one that I hope never to repeat again - to be out of work when I need to be working is just plain bad, and I cannot see how women would be able to get more done while unemployed. I basically spend all of my time trying to find another job - doesn’t everyone do the same?

But this differentiation of the sexes bothers me; I tend to believe that how someone deals with periods of stress (and loneliness) is not necessarily related to their gender, rather their makeup as a human and their ability to mentally “weather the storm.” Are men less “strong” in this regard - and in this particular period of stress - because we define ourselves with our jobs and without them we feel vacant? I don’t really think so.

For me, it is a new and odd and scary existence - because it is so unfamiliar: I have never before been without a job, so I have needed to learn how to adapt, but I don’t think my struggles can be tied to my lack of some sort of “inner life.” But perhaps I’m wrong. Perhaps you women are better equipped to deal with unemployment and loneliness and other life challenges better than us because you are more emotionally in-tune.

All I know is that I do miss the daily interaction and - as many other commenters suggest - I try to ensure that I schedule calls and meetings everyday, so that I don’t find myself slipping into a mental place from which it will be more difficult to escape. And that seems to be a universal theme, not a male one: we all need human interaction, and work frequently brings us that daily dose, even if it is often wrought with another kind of stress.

Above all, I’ve certainly gained a new perspective on employment as well as learned how I cope with stress - not too well (though in these times, it’s certainly tough to fight back the stress).

I continue to wonder, though, about that comment, and whether there is a kernel of truth to the notion that us men have not evolved inner lives and might we be afraid of what we find if we chose to look a little deeper to find there’s not much there?

I am VERY curious to hear your thoughts on this, so please, sound off!

Confessions of a digital addict

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Hi, my name is Avi and I am a digital addict.

There, I said it.

I had been trying to fight the truth for awhile (the first step in the process is denial, right?), but with spring right around the corner (yes, it must be) I felt it was time to come clean and admit my faults (well, one of them at least).

My blackberry is an appendage.

I check my gmail account at least 192 times a day (I estimate that I check my email every 5 minutes during the hours that I am awake, say 7 am - 11 pm, sometimes more; so that’s 16 hours, or 960 minutes, and every 5 minutes is 192 times, just to show you that I really care).

Now, granted, I am not currently employed, so this increases the need to check my email frequently, to see which of the multitude of companies will be offering me a job at 10:55 pm on a Thursday night (but who’s counting anyway).

So not only is my career based around the use of a computer and a blackberry, which sees me emailing to endless people well into the night, but I really, truly, cannot seem to go more than 4 minutes without feeling the urge to check my email - JUST IN CASE THE WORLD IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE AND I MIGHT BE ABLE TO SAVE IT. Really, is anything in life so important?

(One disclosure: while I am watching “Lost” I can typically resist the urge.)

So, of course, this digital addiction bothers me on two levels: first, I don’t actually want to nurse this addiction, and second, I am honestly worried that my daughter - and her whole generation for that matter - is going to grow up with computer chips embedded in their brains and maybe all of this digital connectivity stuff isn’t necessarily a good thing.

Beyond all of the “children spend too much time online and not interacting face-to-face with real people and that is bad” commentary, what will happen to us, and our children, when everything - and I mean everything - is digitally interconnected and all I have to do to check my email is close my eyes and have the “email/ESP” messages beamed into the frontal lobe of my brain?

What do you think? And are you an addict, too?

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