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.