Too often, we let ourselves feel overwhelmed by to-do lists and mounting phone reminders. We get caught up in all that we should do or shouldn't do and we pile expectations on top of one another like they're dirty clothes. But, what if we chose the day's single-most important task and made that the main objective? Sure, you can accomplish other chores throughout the day (you probably should), but all that will figure itself out. You focus your energy on that Golden Goal.
I took the month of August off from blogging on Dadding Depressed. In doing so, I had to remind myself of a few truths in order to grasp onto the freedom and rest I needed. Everything needs to breathe, and if I don't allow this project to inhale, I'll suffocate it, burn out, and probably…
I feel like I've been giving 20 percent energy to every aspect of my life. I'm a distracted father, a sheepish entrepreneur, I've been reading the same book for six months now, and when I write, I let my fingers do the thinking.
She's asleep. Finally. Lindsey gets ready to go for a run. By herself. She needs the break. Isaiah cries. Shiloh stirs.
Inspired by the new-again-dad British soccer player who voluntarily missed a World Cup match for the birth of his daughter, for today's Link Love, I wanted to feature celebrity dads who seem to be killing it. Here are five men who are managing fame, fortune, and family.
One day I realized I was short on money for the bills. I remembered there was a 50-dollar bill in my son’s piggy bank.
I have a vivid memory of sitting at her parents' house and watching a Johnny Depp shoot-em-up movie. We were dating at the time. While the screen flickered on our faces like thematic machine guns, she turned to me, perked with enthusiasm, and with red sauce on the corner of her lip, she said those beautiful words that would've made any man fall in love with her. "I love pizza and beer."
To all the dad's, happy father's day!
Having one kid makes you a baby daddy. Having two kids? That makes you a father. Ok, there's not really a difference, but parenthood somehow feels more real now that I've got both feet in the kiddie pool. It's like, having two kids, makes me stand a little taller as I finally accept the fact that this is my life now. I'm a dad. A father.
A full cast of medical staff swirled about the room like a Broadway dream-scene dance number. I was little more than a prop, frozen and dimly lit--an unremarkable tree tucked ignominiously in the background of a delivery room set. Lindsey, in the spotlight, played the role of the suffering queen while a princess emerged on center stage in nothing short of horrifying fashion.