I got a little outside perspective on my life in Daddyland the other day – from myself.
See, this life on paternity leave is so different from my alternative American lives, and I think it is so important, and I write about it so much here, and I am trying to figure out a magazine pitch and maybe book proposal. So I play up the drama and the difference.
Then I got a voice mail on my mobile phone. No one ever leaves me voice mail.
It was from us. Baby B had called my phone when playing with the home phone. With our lousy coverage, my phone never rang.
So I listened to a couple minutes of life in Daddyland and learned two things: how different my life is now from when I work, and how slow life with baby can be. And I also understand why I stare a little blankly when people tell me I should be writing a book proposal. How do you get beyond page 3?
Daddy: Hey, good job!
Daddy: What’s that? Do I have a sock on my nose?
Daddy: Ohhhhh, what’s wrong my buddy.
Silence. Clicking. Rustling.
Daddy and Baby B both laugh.
Silence. Clicking. Shuffling.