Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I work 12-hour shifts (with a 40 minute commute and 30 minutes for lunch) so I don't get home until about 8:30 or so. Tyler is such an awesome dad and totally holds down the fort in my absence... sometimes better than I could by myself. He cooks, he cleans, he takes the kids out to do something fun afterward. Super dad.
However, he told me that he's tired of all the comments he gets from strangers. Who knew that random strangers make comments to him too?! I've been tired of the comments since I was pregnant with Nora, but they just keep on coming:
(when pregnant) "Whoa, you look like you're going to pop!" "Thanks, I'm 30 weeks."
"What isle did you pick those up on?"
"Oh MAN! You have your hands full! I love my kids, but I don't miss that stage."
Lillian asks me all the time why people talk to me in the grocery store. I don't know honey. I don't know. Plus don't forget all the abuelas who want to touch my kids' hair and generally freak them out.
I guess being a man out alone with 3 kids, you get your own stranger comments, but they generally revolve on how I must be "having a night off," and imply that Tyler is the bumbling dad, clueless about how to raise children. This irritates me on many levels, not the least of which is that I am not, in fact, having a night off.
The stereotypes bother me, and also when people commented on how big my pregnant belly was. (Seriously, why do you think this will go over well?) So if you see a woman or man with a whole lotta kids in their cart and you have to say something, just say that they're beautiful, and move on.