Hello World Wide Web! Welcome to my first blog. You asked for it, you got it. God help me…
To those of you who know me, I have for a long time been documenting my “Mister Mom” “Daddy Daycare” adventures, and “mis-adventures” on Facebook. I get many comments and compliments as I go about my business around town from many people who seem to really enjoy seeing that there is a real life guy out there who realizes how hard it is to raise kids at home, and who seems to be “validating” what many of you women have known for years – that being a stay at home mom is just as tough as any job there is out there. And I have to admit… I 100% agree with you.
I told my wife the other day before she hopped in her car on her merry way to work (she is now working full time to support my unemployed ass while I look after the kids full time), to enjoy her day at her “paid vacation” that she calls “work” and proceeded to tell her I work way harder in a day than she could ever hope to…
As the look of “did I just hear that right” quickly turned into lightning bolts starting to fly from her squinted eyes towards me – I quickly danced around them when I reminded her that while she is enjoying adult interaction all day, having a nice 1 hour lunch break with the girls, afternoon coffee breaks, and having the ability to simply enjoy taking a shit on company time by herself without two sets of eyes staring at her asking what she is doing, that I would be here, at home, gleefully wiping asses, cleaning puke, fending off the two kids simultaneously trying to climb on me while I attempt to “drop a deuce”, breaking up fights, feeding and cleaning up after kids, and oh – that I would have supper ready for her when she gets home…
I have had many people tell me lately, who follow me on Facebook that I should start a blog about my adventures and mis-adventures with my kids. It’s definitely a unique situation, unexpectedly being a full time stay at home Dad. I laughed, and I laughed. I thought yeah, right. Start a blog…
It wasn’t until I was told that there are apparently people out there making a living at blogging… who knew right? I thought about it on a more serious level as time went on and finally decided I’m not one to shy away from attempting to make a living, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn a living for my family, no matter how far out of my comfort zone it is.
Sooooo… here we go.
My life has been a pretty much an open book an Facebook for years now. I say whats on my mind, and don’t care too much if someone doesn’t like what I have to say or post. I like to “let it all hang out” as they say, so I thought what the hell. Let’s take a rip at this “Blog” thing. The truth is I enjoy writing anyway, I am currently unemployed, (but working harder now than I ever have), and need to look at any possible source of income, and apparently there are at least 6 people out there who seem to enjoy my sense of humour (not including my wife) and my reporting of my “Daddy Daycare” happenings, So here it is.
From “Rig Pig” to the unemployed “Daddy Daycare Blogger”, I will attempt to entertain you with a blog every two weeks or so. I hope you enjoy it. God, help me.
For those of you who not yet know me, and have hopefully been introduced to this blog site by my Facebook friends who hopefully are sharing the ever living shit out of this to get traffic to my new site iammistermom.com, the following is a bit about my background and how I became “Mister Mom”:
So there I was…in September of 2015, watching oil prices crash, work disappear, and many good people getting laid off. Market uncertainty was all the talk at the water cooler.
I have been in the oilfield my entire life, since I left high school actually, back in 1993. I eventually became a Driller on oil rigs, and later moved on to contract well operating closer to home where I could enjoy sleeping in my own bed instead of work camps in northern Alberta. Later, I was offered an opportunity to join the safety profession with the oil company that I worked for as their “Drilling & Completions Safety Advisor”.
I never pictured myself to be a “Safety Geek” and did just about everything to not get hired while I was being head hunted by them. After I ignored my emails for about 2 weeks and returned from a holiday in New York, I remember sending an e-mail to the HSE Manager after I was sure he had hired someone else – (he hadn’t) just to thank him for the opportunity and that I may be interested down the road if any further opportunities came up. It seemed like the courteous thing to do. Phew!, dodged that bullet! If you would have told me I would wind up becoming a “Safety Professional” I would have kicked you in the ass and told you to “get off your crack pipe”.
Not so fast…
To make a long story short, the position was still available, and to make the story even shorter I ended up accepting the job and becoming one of the very “things” I once despised in the patch – the Safety guy. The “friendly” guy that was coming out to tell you how your doing your job wrong, and explain how I could “coach” them into improving, and becoming better employees. How to be safer, that kind of shit. The guy who was coming out to investigate how your helper with the weed pipe blew himself up in the enclosed P-Tank building. “I think I found the ignition source”… True story. The guy who was coming to call you out on your bullshit story about how there was an equipment malfunction which caused you to run the top drive through your diving board up in the derrick of the rig. I was now that guy.
Anyways, after being in the safety industry for a few years, I wound up accepting a new job as the Field Safety Supervisor (Middle Management) for one of the largest drilling contractors in Canada for the past 2.5 years. I worked with some great people there. It was at this company’s water cooler, where all the talk of the good times in the oilfield were coming to an end. The daily conversation of doom and gloom and trying to guess when the Human Resources lady was coming up to swing their big axe was definately stressful to say the least. Especially for me being in the”Middle Management”category. I knew it was coming, and I knew I was pretty much a “dead man walking”. It was just a matter of when, not if.
The “when” came on the morning of September 10, 2015 when I was greeted by the V.P. of Safety from the “Ivory Tower” in Calgary. It was real nice of him to make the trip up… After a bit of small talk, I was asked to turn in my company items – the Truck, Cell Phone, Computer, GPS, Fuel Card, Keys to the building etc., and was handed the envelope with the “pink slip” in it, and he thanked me for my service.
Now what? I have a beautiful 3 year old girl and a handsome 1 year old boy at home to feed! Shit just got real!
My wife stepped up in a big way, and went back to work full time as a Social Worker. That helped a lot, and it keeps the bills paid. Something I used to do.
With my wife going back to work full time, it meant one thing – there’s a new house bitch on the block! Good times were coming!
The kids were quickly pulled from the daycare due to the major expense, and because I no longer had an income. Times were-a-changing as they say, and change they did. Now I was going to hang out, watch cartoons with the kids, and finally get to take it easy – like all the other stay at home Moms out there that just sit around the house all day surfing Facebook, drinking latte’s, and eating bon-bons while watching Victor Newman and his kids on “The Young And The Restless” have unprotected, spontaneous sex with other peoples property and everything else that walks in Genoa City, and of course change channels and see what Bo & Hope, and good ol’ Steffano, are up these days in “All My Children” just down the road in Salem. Heard he died?
Anyways, now I am looking after a 3 year old girl and a 1 year old Boy full time, how hard could it be really? “Daddy Daycare” and “Mister Mom” was born, again.
I got this – all. day. long. Literally.
~ To Be Continued ~
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