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 grandparent dilemma

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So when we decided to leave New York City and move to Boston (where I grew up), it was a decision that we had discussed for quite awhile, but it finally made sense…we thought.

We LOVED New York, but once our daughter arrived, all of the city’s allure was diminished. And basically every other week, one of the two sets of Boston-based grandparents drove down and lived in our 800 square feet for the whole weekend so they could ooh and aah over their new grand-daughter.

Or we had to rent a car and drive up to Boston for some family function - you probably know the drill.

So, when we decided that staying in NYC was not really a financially sustainable location for the long term, we actually thought moving to Chapel Hill, North Carolina, was the answer: we knew a bunch of ex-NYCers there, good job community, affordable housing, good schools, and very nice weather year-round…perfect, right?

Well, when we told the grandparents that we were thinking about moving to a city where they would likely have to get on a plane to see their grand-daughter…let’s just say it didn’t go over so well. And we then decided that moving to Boston - where both sets of grandparents and one set of great-grandparents all live - was the right move.

And now, you ask?

Now we are both thrilled to have them all so close, that our daughter has relationships with all of them, that we celebrate together, and they do provide free babysitting…waiting for the “but”?

The “but” is that we now have to juggle them, make sure there’s some level of equanimity between them for how much/often they see our daughter…and the balancing act is on!

So I’m not complaining here because I know we are lucky to have everyone around, but sometimes it does have its downfalls…

What’s your grandparent situation and does it work out for you?

The pressures of conformity

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I used to think - ignorantly - that the horrendous social pressures that plagued me through (some of) middle school, (most of) high school, and (part of) college would somehow ease up when I became a (pseudo) adult and entered the world of office-spaces, schools, and general parenthood.

But I think it might be worse.

I started a new job recently and I have found myself wearing button-down shirts because that’s what most of my male colleagues wear. (Though I do leave mine untucked, purposefully).

Our daughter is the only only-child in her Kindergarten class and I keep on wondering if we’re doing something wrong…

And then there’s just all kinds of crap around being the right/wrong/middling type of parent, and the car you drive, and whether mom works, and all of this suburban BS that I would much rather not even THINK about.

But here I am, 10:38 PM, EST, pondering our family’s suburban station in the community, and I can only guess that it might be getting worse…

How do you deal with the conformities of your community?

Cleaning up vomit and other fun activities

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Ah, all of those enjoyable and delightful tasks that no one ever really warned you about when telling you just how much more love would permeate our home once we brought our beautiful child into this beautiful world.

Granted, our daughter has brought forth an unending stream of love and silliness and joy and laughter and now seems completely prepared for teenagehood, as a kindergartner.

But I don’t recall the warnings about vomit cleanup (or any other excreted substances, for that matter).

I mean, folks were quick to point out that I would be tired all the time and feel sick a lot; true, true. But this vomit-cleanup thing, don’t recall it.

And I’m talking about that chunky, healthy, too-big-for-the-drain puke. The real stuff. I’m talking about needing to double-wash the clothes and the sheets and the stuffed animal and blankie she won’t sleep without (that has retained that vomit odor a full 48 hours after the fact). Please do excuse my slightly graphic writings, but I really wanted you to get some “local color” as they say in comparative literature courses.

So at what point do we - the parents - get the deserved appreciation or payback; ever?

Not that I want a ticker tape parade, but will we ever feel that the endless nights we stay awake, and the butt-wiping and cooking and cleaning and overall devotion to their well-being; is the sheer joy of parenthood just so darn immense that we do all of this because our little ones are just so precious that it’s *worth* it?

Yeah, it probably is.

Back to Work

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What is worse than the day you go back to the office after an 8-day vacation?

Seriously, can you come up with anything?

The overloaded inbox, the caffeine rush (from the six pre-office coffees that I downed), the “how was your trip” conversations, the catch-up on office gossip, the missed meetings, the missed calls, the eighteen voicemails to delete (who talks on the phone anymore anyway?), and the disapproving looks from co-workers to whom you did not return with a gift (I brought a few “close” colleagues some dark chocolate and had to hide the fact from others).

Not to mention the return to the ghastly food court, the “gray” (literal and metaphorical) cubicle, the need to not eat because I just spent 8 days eating and not exercising, the recurring thoughts that your colleagues have rummaged through the personal effects on your desk, and the return to the desk where you forgot to get rid of endless papers that now crowd your computer and your mental productivity space.

Sigh.

Time for a lunch break; maybe I’ll go get some $6 Chinese in one of those non-eco-friendly styrofoam containers that always has sauce sneaking out of the cracks and inevitably gets all over your hand.

Did I mention that I need a post-vacation vacation?

How I earned a PhD in Dishwashing

Categories: My Life

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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?

Am I smarter as a Father?

Categories: General, Interviews

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Holy cannolis!

Call off the dogs. The gig is up. The show is over.

It is now scientifically proven that fathers are smarter than non-fathers - go forth and procreate!

Well, maybe…take a look at this and tell me what you think.

“Loving a woman and fathering her children changes a man’s body and brain in ways that make him more canny and resourceful,” Kuchinskas writes, “while improving his ability to handle stress…”

Very interesting indeed.

Okay, so the successful union of sperm and egg did not actually make me a smarter homo sapiens, but my brain has now been supposedly altered so that I am now more “canny and resourceful.”

Really, how so?

“In humans, studies have found that married men have lower levels of the hormone testosterone, while new fathers exhibit higher levels of prolactin. Both of these conditions positively influence a father’s parenting skills by increasing his sympathy and motivation to help his offspring.”

So I am supposed to be more sympathetic and be motivated to “help” my offspring. Gotta say I’m not really buyin’ this whole science/brain/hormone thing. I have been pretty darn motivated ever since her little head popped out, not sure I’ve become more sympathetic or inclined to help, but hormones are indeed a powerful force.

The coolest part is that “…a study by the Wisconsin National Primate Research Center suggests that lower testosterone could actually be triggered by a newborn baby’s smell.”

And that I believe: the moment I smelled her for the first time, I knew that life would never be the same.

What do you think - has your man become more sympathetic since the birth of your offspring?

Why (and when) I should be appreciated

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In honor of the upcoming “holiday” I wanted to enlighten you all with the ability to bask in my own glory, my effervescence as a proud member of the “Neanderdad” (borrowed term) clan.

I begin this here post by alluding to - yet another - poignant note at the NY Times, all about thanking our spouses: here it is in case you missed it.

It was bit tough to wrap my thickening head around the idea that perhaps I am thanked too often at home for doing little things and I am therefore congratulated for doing what I should do. Huh?

So, here’s a little cheat-sheet for my wife to follow, just in case she forgets when she should thank me and when she should just let it be.

TEN TIMES WHEN I WANT TO BE THANKED AND APPRECIATED (not an “exhaustive” list):

1. When I open old jars that are really hard to open (such as pickles, or other items that typically last for a long time and whose jar usually sits in the pantry for many months)
2. When I reach something on a high shelf (especially if it cannot be reached by spouse standing on a footstool)
3. When I perform an unprecedented act of home repairedness (such as the recent replacement of a lavatory basin faucet handle - the thing that makes the water turn on and off)
4. When I assemble a highly complicated piece of IKEA furniture
5. When I wipe our child’s butt after a particularly gnarly bowel movement
6. When I meticulously separate paper and plastic/glass for the weekly recycling pickup
7. When I water the plants with Miracle-Gro
8. When I hang pictures level on the wall
9. When I remember to shave and shower in the morning
10. When I make the bed
10a. When I remember to put the seat down

PROPER TERMINOLOGY TO BE USED FOR SAYING “THANK YOU” FOR ABOVE-MENTIONED TASKS:
1. “Thank you, honey. Boy, you are strong.”
2. “Thank you, dear. Wow, you are so tall.”
3. “Thank you, sweetie, you are such a MAN.”
4. You get the idea…

How often do you thank your significant other, and when?

Birthday Insanity

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Am I the only one who thinks that we always do too much for our kids’ birthdays?

I know there have been some past articles on the subject, but we are 4 weeks and counting until our daughter’s number FIVE birthday, and the storm has been brewing.

Let’s take a look at the list of stuff that needs to happen, and then we can make an objective decision as to whether a five year old really needs this much to happen, just to celebrate the day of her birth (shouldn’t moms be more worthy of gifts on that day?).

Heregoes:

1. Create list of all school and other friends to invite
2. Choose party destination (because we now refuse to do it at our house because it was a literal zoo for the first three years)
3. Coordinate time and date with destination; send deposit
3a. Pay balance and wonder if it would have been cheaper to do it at home
4. Mail invitations (yes, we could have done an evite, but the destination sends you pre-made postcard invites that are more fun); also had to buy postcard stamps for this step
5. Field incoming RSVPs and keep track of who’s coming; casually remind those who do not respond by the day before that we kinda need to know - now
6. Choose bakery from among 73 in local area
7. Choose cake or cupcakes; actually go and pick up chosen baked goods on day of party and bring them to party destination while driving in the breakdown lane and AC blasting (which inevitably causes post-nasal drip)
8. Choose pizza place; coordinate pizza delivery for date and time desired
9. Provide (researched) gift suggestions to all interested relatives
10. Deal with screaming children for 90 minutes
11. Be thankful that we have an SUV (a small one) so we can carry all of the presents home
12. Decide how many of the old toys can go to the Salvation Army
13. Earn PhD in box-opening (online certificate)
14. Convince ourselves that our daughter is not spoiled
15. Vow to have a “small” party next year

Tell me: What has been your partying experience?

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