Doogie, Carrie & I

I didn’t do much preparation in starting this blog. I didn’t even research if there was any other SAHD websites or blogs that I may be aping or making what I’m writing redundant. My wife said there’s a couple but she said they are mostly negative or written with bitterness or resentment about the situation they are in and cannot wait to go back to work. So if I’m still in this frame of mind and good humor about being a SAHD then I may be the first one writing publicly about the joys as well as the pains of staying at home with my kid. I also plan on being very glib and easy-going in writing this blog. Very impromptu. The best thing about this blog is that I am not a professional at being a SAHD. I don’t know if I ever will be. I think I make at least one mistake every day. Nothing major of course but something I shake my head at. But like how Doogie Howser wrote his end-of-episode diary entries or Carrie Bradshaw wrote her journal about her sex and the city adventures I guess I plan on being the SAHD Carrie Bradshaw. What Doogie, Carrie and I have in common is how unprepared or inept we are at what we do. Doogie was a 15-year-old surgeon, Carrie jumps from one disaster relationship to the next and who had friends who were even worse than she. I am totally new at raising kids so we all have our journals, diaries, blogs, etc. to express our thoughts, desires, mishaps, joys and pains and epiphanies to whoever cares to read or listen.