Wifey goes back to work in about a month and a half, and while I’m excited to have my mini me to myself all day, I’m also scared absolutely shitless. This stay-at-home dad gig is about to become serious business, and I’ve got a lot to take care of before I’ll begin to feel like there’s nearly enough time in each day.
The whole “Winedad” thing is not a joke – at least not entirely. Little Dude will come with me wherever I go, and as far as I’m concerned this includes my usual wine tasting circuit. We do not have a nanny lined up, although I am blessed with a mother-in-law who is extremely generous with her time (hint, hint, Babushka). I’m determined to keep things going with Le Metro – Wine. Underground., which is the (now second) most exciting thing I’ve ever done.
For anybody reading this who doesn’t know us personally, I’ll explain: there’s a bit of a role reversal in our household. I’m not your traditional dad and my wife’s not your traditional mama. In fact, she’s the hard-working breadwinner and I’m the one who is focused on maintaining our home and our lives – shopping, cooking, balancing the checkbook, and (occasionally) cleaning.
But maternity leave is a special time. We’ve spent the past several months happily treading all over each other’s turf – she’s been hanging out in the kitchen more often, and I’ve been busting my ass with my friends at PROTOCOL wine studio to build Le Metro into a well-oiled machine before my time is suddenly in much higher demand on the home front. All the while mentally preparing myself to assume my full-time responsibilities as Mr. Mom.
If one can ever be fully prepared for such a thing.