I bundle up Moira and KateRead the whole thing and listen to the song here.
And take them to ballet which is great
And I sit and read a book in the hall
And mothers do not talk to me at all.
They sit down at their end and I at mine
And they glance my way from time to time
And those little glances really hurt:
I can see that they are thinking: per-vert.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
This has never been a blog about being a stay-at-home dad. There are plenty of such blogs out there, many worth a read. Still, I recently was made aware of this song from A Prairie Home Companion, and feel compelled to share the lyrics. They're really spot-on as to how it feels out there some days.