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What It’s Like to Be Married to a Stay-at-Home Dad
So, my husband is currently a stay-at-home dad. This is a new chapter for us, and probably a temporary one at that. He just wrapped up his military career and is taking a breather before diving into the civilian workforce. While I juggle my job and some freelance gigs, he’s managing the household.
Like anything else in life, being the one who heads off to work comes with its ups and downs. I know I’m lucky to have a job—so many people are struggling to make ends meet. But there are still days when I can’t help but feel a twinge of resentment when the alarm goes off every weekday morning.
Sometimes, life throws little moments our way that help shift our perspective. This morning was one of those instances.
I’m an early riser (no, we don’t have chickens, but you get the picture). I cherish those quiet moments with my first cup of coffee, enjoying the peaceful silence before the chaos of my three kids kicks in. That solitude is what keeps me grounded and reminds me of my own identity.
At 6:30 a.m., I finished my coffee and reluctantly closed my laptop, feeling a little defeated about heading to a job that pays the bills but doesn’t fill my soul. As I tiptoed past my still-snoozing husband, I couldn’t help but feel a hint of jealousy because he could lounge around in his pajamas while I had to get dressed.
I went through my usual morning routine, but my mood felt a bit more sour than normal. After showering and drying my hair, I noticed that even the small pleasures that usually lift my spirits weren’t working today. I was fully embracing a bad attitude and knew I had to snap out of it.
Then I heard the giggles. No matter how grumpy I am, the laughter of my two little ones is like magic. I wish I could bottle that joy and sell it as a cure for bad moods.
Peering through the crack in the bathroom door, I saw my boys huddled with my husband, giggling as they blew raspberries on his arm. Their laughter was pure joy, and my husband wore a grin that stretched from ear to ear.
While I was lost in my mental complaints, they were busy creating memories together. One day, my boys might look back on this morning as a sweet time spent with their dad. My husband, who didn’t become a father until his late forties, is truly embracing his role, and it’s incredible to witness.
That little glimpse from the bathroom changed my attitude completely. It reminded me that this phase of life is about creating lasting memories—simple moments like blowing raspberries in the morning.
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In short, being married to a stay-at-home dad gives me a unique perspective on parenting and family life. It’s about finding joy in the simple moments, even on days when work feels heavy.