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Ten Secrets of Stay-at-Home Dads

April 10, 2012 By Thelma Leave a Comment

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Stay-at-home-dads do it in the mini-van


 With all the changes in contemporary parenting, perhaps the biggest remains relatively unsung. As more women succeed in the workplace, and general unemployment continues, a new class of parents have emerged: the stay-at-home dad (SAHD). Whether working from home between drop-off and pick-up, or shouldering the load of childcare (don’t call them babysitters!), this current generation of fathers eat quiche, do diapers and still pop a Bud at the end of the day. Interviews with SAHD’s reveal that past job experience is a help herding toddlers (particularly if you were a rock musician); bicep curls with the heir can substitute for going to the gym, and ‘a look but don’t touch’ policy prevails when hanging with mommies at the playground. Here. the real stay-at-home dads across the country reveal ten secrets of the guys behind the apron:

Even Dads get cranky – and one of the first things they say is “I have a college degree, too.” Shannon, Kansas City, MO.

Previous job experience can help, especially if you were a rock musician. “The biggest and most pleasant surprise, the aspect of my parenting experience no one predicted, was this: time spent with the proud misfits, the actors, the rockers, the misbehaved, the difficult drunks, the brazen cross dressers, the gender-fuzzy, the socially awkward ­- all those years provided the perfect training ground for stay-at-home-dadhood.” Robert aka “Uncle Rock,” Phoenicia, NY

There’s safety in numbers. “Dad’s don’t like to ask for directions or read the manual. You don’t need to go it alone. Go out and connect with other people in the same situation to find parenting more meaningful and engaging and social. There’s a Dad-ternity, a fraternity of dads.” Lance, New York, NY

Dads don’t experience a latency period. “A secret that most dads have is that they are thinking about the other moms more than the moms realize…. I check out the nannies, however, I check out the stay at home moms more. I desperately try not to give away what I am thinking because the deck is already stacked against me. Most already assume that I am a deadbeat for not bringing home enough money to keep my wife at home with my child. So why further the cliche by wanting to sleep with the Swedish nanny who comes to the playground promptly at 9 am, coffee in hand, wearing something my wife wouldn’t dream of wearing out in public? The other moms I hang out with hate the Swedish nanny because they see their husbands staring… but not me, I’m too busy making conversation about potty training and weighing in on the pros and cons of crying it out…. They won’t see me staring at the swedish nanny and they will never know that I would rather sleep with each of them. one at a time, or all at once, I’m flexible like that,” Carlos, NJ

Weight-training is a side benefit. “When the baby is born, begin using him or her as a dumbbell. That’s right, SAHD’s need exercise. As the kid grows, so will your muscles. When you’re standing at your 17 year old’s high school graduation, you’ll be more ripped than any of those dads that work in an office. You’ve been doing 160lb curls and shoulder presses five days a week. When the kids are off to college, you can finally follow your dreams…become a pro wrestler!” Tommy, Los Angeles, CA

Cocktails at five, but not beer before breakfast. “”Your kid will wake up in the middle of the “Downton Abbey” finale, your every meal will get cold before you eat it, any conversation you have with an adult will be interrupted as soon as the gossip gets juicy. You have to accept this. If for some reason you have difficulty accepting this, I recommend a Rittenhouse Manhattan at five o’clock.” Greg, New Paltz, NY

They have bad days, too. “The first rule of having a bad day is to admit that you are having a bad day and hope that the God of Toilets will let you out of his swirling bowl of [poo].” Shannon, Kansas City, MO

TV is a necessary evil babysitter. “M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. Sure, we’ve all heard that kids shouldn’t watch TV… But, a half hour of cartoons can’t hurt so Daddy can submit the March Madness brackets which will pay for April’s grocery bills!” Tommy, Los Angeles, CA

Timing is every thing. “Anything and everything that is going to come out of your child, is going to do so at the wrong time, in the wrong place and will likely cover all of the wrong things. Puke, pee, poop and nose ooze will at some point become a catastrophe for you…. I have carried my soiled son out of a theme park pants-less after begging strangers for extra diapers and wipes. I have washed my children in an ocean when no other options were available and have dried my own suit with a bathroom hand drier when a shoulder ride turned into an unexpected deluge of urine. I don’t know how they recognize those rare instances when I haven’t prepared, but they do and they make me pay for it each and every time.” Patrick, San Juan Capistrano, CA

As a working mother, why did Stay-at-Home Dads obsess me? It began as research for my novel “Playdate,” a cross between “Shampoo” and “Mr. Mom,” about a Southern California father and his breadwinner wife. I didn’t know anything about the SAHD movement when I began, but having raised two kids while working full-time, I had a lot of personal experience to process. My hope was that, somehow, if a man, even a man in short pants carrying Girl Scout cookies, said the things that obsessed us mothers at the playground, it might have more weight. And I discovered, from taking this fictional voyage and talking to this canny crew, that we have a lot in common, and a lot to teach each other.

[this blog originally appeared on Yahoo! Shine]

Filed Under: Essay, Playdate Tagged With: fatherhood, Greg Olear, Parenting, Robert Burke Warren, SAHD, Shannon Carpenter, Stay-at-Home Dad, stay-at-home parent, Tom Riley, WAHD, Yahoo! Shine

Author-to-Author: “Fathermucker”‘s Greg Olear

October 14, 2011 By Thelma Leave a Comment

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Daddy Dearest: Olear cleans house

 When I wrote Playdate, I crawled inside the head (and boxers) of a stay-at-home dad. I didn’t know there was such a thing as #SAHD, or that Totally Killer author Greg Olear would rip the character open from the inside out in Fathermucker, his day in the life, the universe in a drop of water, second novel. Just reading his paternal hero’s adventures as a chaperone on his son’s trip to the pumpkin patch reminds me that there are still so many great stories to tell, and great authors to discover.

“This brilliantly insightful novel explores the trials of modern fatherhood through one hectic day… Littered with hilariously genuine anecdotes, parental pathos, and a hearty dose of pop culture, this clever, comic, and compassionate novel will appeal to fans of Jim Lindberg and Jonathan Evison.”

–Booklist

 

PROCESS:

Thelma: OK, every one always wants to know: How long did it take to write this novel?

Greg: Just about a year overall—although there were periods of intense writing, periods of intense revision, and periods of intense not working so I could fulfill my parental and spousal responsibilities and/or watch Colbert.

Thelma: Rate on a 1-10 scale how much of your writing is done with an eye to earning money (versus for The sake of The Art or for its own sake)?

Greg: Two.  It’s a small consideration, sure, but I don’t think good stuff is produced when it’s the prime motivation.

Thelma: What’s your process? Morning or evening? Quiet or distracted? Computer or long-hand? Since you have two kids, how has this changed since their birth?

Greg: I write when my kids let me.  Usually I work not at home—a library at a university works best, especially in the morning, when the students are all sleeping, at class, hungover, or all of the above. [Read more…]

Filed Under: Books, Playdate Tagged With: Fathermucker, Greg Olear, novelist, SAHD, Stay-at-Home Dad

Happy Fathermucker Day! via dickliteratti Greg Olear

June 11, 2011 By Thelma 1 Comment

Greg Olear’s book Fathermucker won’t be out in time for Father’s Day, which is sad because it would make a perfect Father’s Day gift. But don’t despair! You can preorder Fathermucker right now (just choose your favorite retailer here) and then give your father/grandfather/husband/other random guy you’re buying Father’s Day presents for this nifty card:

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In celebration of Father’s Day, Greg has also provided us with this list of 10 great books for the holiday. Check them out below, and let us know if you preorder!

10 Great Fathers Day Books
By Greg Olear

In alphabetical order:

1. About a Boy, Nick Hornby

It’s not about a boy; it’s about a millionaire playboy who becomes a father, without actually becoming a father. (High Fidelity would work here, too. Or Songbook. Anything by Hornby, really.)

2. Bad Marie, Marcy Dermansky

The père in this novel is not exactly a model papa. Good fathers, after all, do not abscond to Paris in the middle of the night with their sexy nanny, their toddling daughter in tow. But Marie, bad in all the right ways, would tempt even the World’s Greatest Dad.

3. Holy Water, James P. Othmer

As Othmer himself—one of the funnier writers going—puts it, “This Father’s Day, give the gift of failed dreams, falsified vasectomies and suburban malaise!” Now in paperback.

4. Little Children, Tom Perrotta

In which a stay-at-home dad and a stay-at-home mom get it on. Includes a great riff on the brilliance of Raffi.

5. Playdate, Thelma Adams

Like Little Children, but in San Diego. And with more sex. And without the creepy sex offender subplot. Adams calls the emerging genre “dick-lit.” [Read more…]

Filed Under: Books, Playdate Tagged With: Father's Day Books, Father's Day Gifts, Fathermucker, Greg Olear, Playdate, SAHD, Stay-at-Home Dad

FrogenYozurt.com reviews Playdate

March 24, 2011 By Thelma Leave a Comment

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by Wilfried F. Voss, March 23, 2011

Review

Thelma Adams has written a funny, sexy, and smart novel. “Playdate,” a contemporary comedy of manners, is about modern marriage and suburban family life. Lance, a former weatherman, is a happy stay-at-home dad, who takes care of his daughter, while trying to persuade his wife to have another child. However, his wife, Darlene, has little time and patience for the needs of her husband and daughter. All these ingredients plus a womanizing neighbor and his wife consumed with yoga and tantric sex contribute to a highly combustible mixture.

Adams’ intelligent and witty writing had my eyes glued to the book beginning with the first page and ending with the last. Being married (typically American; without the French farce) and having a demanding almost-four-year-old, I totally enjoyed Adams’ wicked take on the difference between being an “adull” (my personal definition of a grown-up) and staying young regardless of age and enjoying life like your kids. It is pure fun to imagine what might happen next door, how complicate relationships can be, and that the bonds between families, spouses, and children are never quite what they seem.

“Playdate” is a definite page turner, never boring, and I didn’t miss a single word. Time to give the book to my wife who, I am sure, will devour it within shortest time and then demand more.

– Wilfried F. Voss

Filed Under: Books, Playdate Tagged With: Book Review, frogenyozurtdotcom, Playdate, Rave, Review, SAHD, Stay-at-Home Dad, Suburban, Wilfried F. Voss

PLAYDATE excerpt: a bee with an itch

March 13, 2011 By Thelma Leave a Comment

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Stay-at-home-dads do it in the mini-van

chapter 6

A stay-at-home-dad moment following the family’s move from Barstow to Encinitas

Lance pulled up at Rancho Amigo Elementary School at three- fifteen p.m., joining the Volvos and Saabs and occasional dusty-blue Valiant waiting behind the school buses in front of school. He was the only father in the pickup line.

Through the passenger window, Lance saw a flock of Girl Scouts separating from the main building, walking side by side toward the cars. They were tall and short, pressed and raggedy, in green skorts and white blouses and green sashes, sneakers and platform sandals. The neighbor’s daughter Jade held the middle—blondes to her left, redheads to her right— her blue- black Apache hair swinging down her back. She had wildly outgrown her peers— and she bore the training bra to prove it.

Lance’s daughter Belle wandered behind, sweaty and neglected. Her dark curls clustered beneath a green felt beret tilted at a drunken angle, her white shirt half untucked, the eczema twining her forearms exposed. With only the troop number and Girl Scout insignia sewn on, her sash was a bare canvas awaiting badges— Aerospace, Adventure Sports, Art in the Home, and Being My Best; and, someday, Becoming a Teen, if she lived that long.

Belle flunked Jade’s finely calibrated scale of playground fabulousness. Her Keds and Lee jeans were fashion crimes. Jade had skewered and categorized Belle swifter than an entomologist with a moth: geek. In her low-slung jeans and beaded chunky Target mules, Coco’s daughter was leading the troop on a hormonal rush out of girlhood. When she tossed her Apache mane, otherwise repressed male teachers feared for their licenses. The sole factor that stemmed her quest for dominance was her disinterest in the opposite sex; she still wanted to be a star among girls, rather than join the experimenters behind the science bungalow.

Watching Belle, Lance sympathized with his daughter; the move had been hardest on her and he felt at a loss for a way to ease the transition. He had no nostalgia about being a kid— elementary school was a tough job with intense politics. But the Belle walking toward him today wasn’t the daughter he had brought from Barstow last January, the cheery little soccer- playing cowgirl who always met his eyes with a smile, whose mouth rounded upward even when he woke her for breakfast and she gave him a sleepy hug and whispered, “Lucky Charms,” or “Fruit Loops.” She used to laugh in her sleep; he loved that. Now she didn’t want to get up in the morning. Sunday night after bath was the week’s bleakest hour.

The flock of Scouts scattered. Girls broke off in twos and threes. Belle slunk toward the pickup line, alone. “Hey,” Belle said with a sigh when she reached the van and climbed in.

Lance keyed the engine and asked “How was school?”

“Fine,” Belle said. She pulled the Harriet Tubman biography from her backpack, feigning interest. Here came the third degree. “How was home?”

“I did some exciting laundry,” Lance said. “I discovered the lost underwear of King Tut.”

“Smelly, I bet.”

“Luckily I found them after the wash cycle.” [Read more…]

Filed Under: Playdate Tagged With: Dr. No, Encinitas, father-daughter bonding, father-daughter relationship, father-daughter talk, fatherhood, James Bond, Keds, new school, Novel, Octopussy, SAHD, Southern California, Stay-at-Home Dad, stay-at-home parent, Target, TNT, Windstar, Witch Creek Fire

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