Welcome to Bumbling Husband!
welcome to
Bumblinghusband.com, a celebration of the well-intentioned husbands everywhere
whose best efforts sometimes go awry.
I’ve been married since 2009 and
do my best to be a good husband to my ultra-busy wife and a good daddy to my
girls. There are…...obstacles.
First, I’m no handyman. I can pound a nail and mount curtain rods and
on a good day I can unclog a sink, but that’s about it. I try though.
Dryer broken? Ok, I’ve got this.
Step one:
Google.
Step two: Order
parts.
Step 3: Youtube how-to video.
Step 4: Pay a service guy, because it’s still
broken and the laundry is piling up and now I smell gas.
Step 5:
Buy a new dryer, which really, I should have done way back at Step
1. Great intentions, bumbling execution.
Second, I’m busy too, which
means I’m almost always tired, in a hurry, running late, or some combination of
the three. It’s no good grabbing the
diaper bag on the way out the door to the gym if you don’t check what’s in it
first. News flash: sunscreen, insect
repellent and an empty box of Dora the Explorer Band-Aids don’t do you any good
in November, at the Y, when your then 2 year old has a messy near-blowout at
the KidsZone. Ever accosted the dad of
another small child, looked him straight in the eye, and begged for a fresh
diaper and a few wipes? I have. Not my finest moment.
Finally, I am sometimes
optimistic despite an abundance of evidence indicating a more cautious approach
should be taken. Case in point. I know that my 3 (almost 4) year old Emma,
hates peas. I also know that Emma is our
puker. Every family has one, and Emma is ours.
Still, the following conversation still took place:
Me: Emma, try some peas. They are delicious.
Emma: No Daddy. The are a-scusting. If I eat peas I will throw up.
Me: You haven't tried peas in a long time. Try one for Daddy.
Emma: Ok, Daddy. (eats one pea and.......)
I don’t need to tell you how that one ended up. Needless to say, the kid has a hair
trigger.
