family on demand
So I admit it has been way too long between posts (again), and I’m sure my readership has fallen down in the range of one or two regulars – most likely me and my cat. So this post is for you, Callie, as soon as you figure out how to read (and perhaps gain self-awareness).

But alas, I still have no time to write. As it turns out, fatherhood involves a lot more than learning to raise your child and maintain your relationship with your wife. You also have to maintain a relationship with your boss, your clients, your colleagues. . . your paycheck, really.
I recently fell in love with an Adam Sandler movie called Click. Maybe you’ve heard of it. It’s about an architect named Michael who is strained with the tug o' war between his family and his career. Now, I don’t know if the producers necessarily had me in my mind when they developed that script (as I am also an architect named Michael), but I do know that they must have been spying on my house when they decided to name the father’s son, Ben. Eerie. No seriously, they did. The father, Michael, is an architect and he has a son named Ben. And his wife is really hot. I mean, how could they not have plucked that story line right out of my life?
I should also mention that we recently saw another movie about a young architect named Michael (Last Kiss) and I’m pretty sure I remember that architect dude from the Brady Bunch was named Michael too. What can I say – I’m a walking cliché. And a poet - who would’ve known it? Anybody want a peanut?
I digress. . .


But walking the walk isn’t easy. Not for me, not for my wife, not for my kid – not for Callie. And certainly not for my heartburn/ulcer/blood pressure/insert-malady-here.
And let me state it here, in case anyone out there doesn’t immediately understand that inside my great big head there is room for more than just my selfishness and ego: I also understand that Anna faces this same kind of problem with her job, and I’m not trying to belittle that. But I am not Anna - at least, I don’t think I am - and as such, I think it’s best not to put any words in her airway. Lord knows there are enough words there already.

And one last disclaimer - I also know that there are some dads out there who can afford their Bentley without having to sacrifice their family time. I wish I was in that situation. Then again, if that’s what I wanted, I would've never chosen architecture for a living. Or married a nurse.
I think I’m going to go play the lotto.

2 Comments:
finally-you're back.
methinks you're doing a mucho fine job of fathering,no matter what your wife says.life as a arent is one big balancing act,but make through,and the payoff is being a grandparent!
Gosh. I love reading this blog. I do. And I'm proud of you for chosing against the paycheck. Money is great to have, yes, but happiness is what is really worthwhile. And how could you not be happy with a looker like Ben and a hotty like Ana?
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