After three weeks of quarantine, I’m getting the itch to go for a run, a very long run. Not that we can because we are on strict stay-at-home orders in Argentina.
Growing older (aka the midlife crisis)
As children grow up, parents grow older. I’m doing my hardest to ignore this fact. The trouble is, my body’s not playing along. It’s started to slow even as my kids become faster runners, and as I lose my ability to crouch and light the oven with a match. What does all of this mean? Don’t tell me. I’ll ignore it all.
My kids took the brunt of my hissy fit when I was cleaning the house. My wife just laughed. Then all my tension unwound when I hit the beach to go surfing.
Be cool, hip, stylish? Yeah, yeah. When you’re a dad, it doesn’t really matter what you do to be cool, you’re still just a dad.
My children are growing up with new technology, and some expressions just don’t cut it anymore.
When it comes to doing extreme sports with my kids, I think why not me too?
I have grown a beard and received a number of comments and comparisons, some possibly cool, some possibly not and some, well, that call for a trim.