Well, here goes. What I don’t like about being a dad is that I have to work. And that means that I get to see Mr. Grey about 2 hours a day if I’m lucky during the week. Those two hours are (of course) his worst two hours. I leave the house early (between 5 and 6) so that I can leave the office early (around 4) to get home around 5. Mr. Grey goes to bed around 7. Usually when I get home he’s pretty excited to see me, which rocks. But the down side is that I’m generally the one who cooks dinner.
That started a long time ago. I love to cook (as I’ve mentioned before) and I generally find it relaxing/cathartic at the end of the day. But now, its like I’m in a race to get dinner cooked, have some chow with Mrs. TKD and Mr. Grey, and then get him ready for bed. It’s amazing how quickly those 2 hours go by.
So, what I don’t like about being a dad is that I don’t feel like I’ve got enough time to spend with my little man. And that sucks.