Mr. Mom and Ms. Dad, Week 1

He said: Well, one week down, I'm not too sure how many more weeks to go. I have to say that I love that little boy. I was asked by a friend if staying at home is harder than going to work. The answer to that is yes, it is harder to stay at home. I like my job, the day goes by quickly. I love teaching...etc. That doesn't mean that I don't love my son or staying at home with him. I do love that. It isn't that staying at home is demanding labor; it isn't. That is perhaps what makes it hard. I feel as though I am not doing anything. I don't know how many times I can read The Very Lonely Firefly. The hardest part so far is seeing e not happy leaving and being away.

At the same time, I love the idea of being at home over the summer. It gives me a chance to get to know my son. I can only imagine how valuable summers can be to the relationship that I have with him. We'll see how the next few weeks go, but for me so far, I have been able to handle it to a certain extent and I have even enjoyed most of it.

She said: This week was much harder than expected. A lot of that has to do with Monday's Metro accident which snarled my commuting pattern for the rest of the week thereby keeping me from home longer than expected. A lot of it has to do with not getting my laptop from work by Tuesday which meant my work-at-home day was pushed until Friday and so I had to work four days in a row. It was tough. I feel like more should be attributed to missing Rhett, which I did tremendously. But if I'm honest, I have to admit that working is far easier than being home. Yes, I would choose being home, even with the hardness of it. I love that little boy more than I ever thought I could. But being home is hard work, and work isn't.