It’s quite obvious that my last post back in June, which indicated that Dadbloggit might be making some kind of legendary comeback after a considerable dry spell, was off the mark. Here we are many months later, and the blog drought has only now ended. I definitely don’t entertain any grand delusions that (to extend this mediocre metaphor a bit further) a vast field of my loyal followers is out there withering away, silently praying for the day when my words will once again rain down and nourish them back to health. Nonetheless, I do feel like I need to decide: Am I doing this, or am I not doing this?
As November picks up its blustery pace, carrying us closer and closer to imminent winter, I feel like my answer is, I am doing this. Looking back at the beginning of Dadbloggit, I see that this whole thing started a year ago, in November. This is the time of year when nap time, which thankfully is still honored by Bean and sometimes even Bear, is less likely to be spent outside in the garden or the lawn, and more likely to be spent indoors, reflecting on my time with the girls. And I have to admit, I really do miss blogging. I’ve been doing part-time work since April, which is partially to blame for the drought. But I feel like blogging time needs to come back. Being able to find the humor in my life as a stay-at-home dad can often be like trying to find, well, just about anything in our messy, messy house. Not easy. But if I happen to lose my keys, do I just shrug it off and say “oh well”? No. I get down on my hands and knees and slog through the brightly-colored ankle-deep debris on the living room floor until I find them. In that spirit, I now aim to resume my search for humor, and resume my dad blogging. Go ahead and start holding your breath now as you await my next post.