Sometimes I long for the days B.L.
Lucy is my seven-month-old daughter and first child. As an entrepreneur, I mistakenly thought my life resembled a roller coaster before this adventure into fatherhood. I realize now that I was only riding the wimpy kiddie coaster — the one without the big drops, corkscrews, and urges to vomit.
Looking back, I enjoyed a lot more freedom then. I had way more time to myself, and I could come and go as I pleased. My wife Kim and I could watch more than one hour of a movie before slipping into comas. I didn’t have to deal with dirty diapers, some of which I’ve dubbed “Evil Mash.” (You know the ones I’m talking about.) Traveling was a lot easier. Taking naps or going to the bookstore when I felt like it was, too. And I didn’t have to concern myself with trying to figure out (and prevent) all 8,745 ways an infant can hurt herself…
(Read the rest of this article over at Dad-O-Matic, a cool site for Dads, by Dads.)