A copy of my first post from 2/20/15.
Greetings curious reader, and thank you for taking a few minutes to stop by my little corner of the internet.
My name is Jeremy.
In 8th grade I was voted “most conceited” and “most sophisticated.” It later came to my attention that most of my classmates weren’t sure what “sophisticated” meant, but were pretty sure it was something like “asshole.”
After another decade and a half of also being described as “narcissistic”, “arrogant”, and other variations of the same theme, I met an obnoxious 23 yr old and fell in love. She came with a 5 year old daughter, and just like that, my world was changed. Flash forward ten years and that now 15 yr old, Kayla, is joined by a 3 year old baby sister, Alaina.
My belief in karma has been confirmed, as well as my belief that God is a woman, has been watching me, and has a wicked sense of humor.
The following posts will deal with my adventures in dealing with the tantrums, drama, and overall messiness that comes with toddler and teenage girls. At times it will be humorous, other times poignant. Hopefully it will never be boring.
The title “Musings of a Thirsty Daddy”, comes from that moment at the end of the night, 14 or so hours after the day starts, when the toys are picked up, the tears dried, the lights lowered, and my wife and I let out that long sigh, pour our drinks, and try to stay awake long enough to try and clear an hour or so of non-cartoon content from the DVR. This moment typically occurs anywhere from 60-90 minutes after I really needed it to.