In December of 2005, when Princess H was two months old, Randy made the decision to be a stay at home Dad. This whole experience hasn't exactly been a walk in the park, but it has worked.
Randy had Super Z potty trained within three weeks of beginning the stay a home journey. He was there through each agonizing moment as Princess H cut her teeth two at a time, each set seeming to be more hellish than the last. He taught the kids to love rock and roll. Super Z can even throw out a little head banging to Guitar Hero on occasion.
He was the only Dad at the park on more days than I can count, and also the only Dad at every class party. He knows what Moms talk about on field trips to the Science Museam. He knows the cadence of Super Z's stories and Princess H's sleepy pre nap breathing as well as he knows the inner workings of a motor in a '78 Firebird.
He knows my kids from the inside out. He gained my special power of distinguishing a pain cry from an irritated cry after about five months on duty. He emailed me pictures of the kids at work, when I missed them so bad that I could feel my heart breaking.
He went back to work part time last November. But he still calls me evryday after he picks Super Z up from school to give me a daily report. He still sprays Shout on all the bad stains and cooks supper 9 nights out of 10.
Tomorrow Randy has to reinterview for his job. His company was bought out by a bigger company. It is very possible that he will be hired on to a better paying full time position (with benefits). It is very possible that they will know a good thing when they see it and he will be essintially rebiginning his carreer.
If that happens, I know that it will be good in so many ways. I will be thrilled for him, but I will also be little bit sad. I am always sad when an era of my life comes to end. This was my favorite era, so it might make me a little sadder than previous era changes. I will miss my stay at home Dad. I hope he knows that if it doesn't work out, he always has a job with me.