FYI: My life as a SAHD ends tomorrow

I will fill everyone in on my adventures, but I start a new full time job tomorrow. Nonetheless, it was fun to be a SAHD in Glastonbury, Connecticut for 3 months. - BWP

A poopie rolled down the stairs at me...

Another amazing day as a SAHD in Connecticut. About an hour ago, my daughter announced to me that she wanted to sit on the potty. At 2.5, we should be entering the potty training period any day now, so this was welcome news.

After about 15 minutes on the potty, she told me she was having a poopie. Checking out the situation, I found nothing, so I figured maybe some privacy was in order, after all, that is something that 99% of all creatures desire when a #2 is imminent. So I close the bathroom door and head downstairs to provide some space. 5 minutes later, I hear, "Daddy, I have a poopie!"

Thinking that this potty training thing was going to be a breeze, I round the stairway to had back up to help with wiping when, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce... down comes the training potty foam ring, bouncing towards me with you know what smeared all over the ring. When it landed at my feet, you know what was all over the carpeted stairs too... My parenting skills need some work, that is for sure. But at least we have 1 poopie in said potty.

Animal Control is out to get me

One of the facets of life in Glastonbury is that no one will hesitate to send the animal control officer after you. While my wife and I have had two previous encounters with the department, due to the ill-meaning behavior of our Golden Retriever, W, today's episode takes the cake.

I was instructed to obtain a few items from the local grocery store. Trying to kill several birds with one stone, I also made a trip to the Library, and a trip to CVS to get some diapers on sale. Sometimes, life as Connecticut Dad is simply too exciting! After an uneventful stop at the library, the trip to CVS headed south because I forgot my Rewards Card. Determined to press on, I visited the Wholefoods. My dog W was with us, on his leash, and behaving remarkably well. In to Wholefoods I went with W tied up outside in his usually spot near the bike rack. Exactly 12 minutes later, I returned to corral W and head back home with my Olive Oil and Ciabatta bread when I notice a woman hovering over him. I approached her, and she mutters some sort of obscenities about not taking care of my dog. W appeared to be fine to me, if not happy to see me as the woman appeared rather freakish. While I roll my eyes as she huffs away, up rolls the Animal Control van. Apparently, trying to get groceries with your children in a stroller in Wholefoods for 12 minutes is not acceptable. This woman had called 911 because W was "Sick and overheated" Are you F^*@#! kidding me?, I was in the store for 12 freakin' minutes!!!! Needless to say, the female officer was very nice, and suggested that next time, I try to place him in the shade. She inspected him to make sure he wasn't sick.

Next time, I'll find him some shade, some shade in our basement, as that is the last time I ever try to walk my dog in downtown Glastonbury for fear of the Animal Gestapo having me sent to the Hartford Lockup.