My name is Michelle and I have a 55 month old. Okay, he's four-and-a-half, but if you're a mom, you've already figured that out. Which is exactly why I so look forward to quality time with My Dads. These are the dudes doing the heavy lifting at the PTA events. They can often be found sulking at birthday parties because Mom needs a mani-pedi on Saturday morning.
It's nice to have a sulk-mate.
Don't get me wrong. I love my mom friends. Since becoming A Mom, I've had the opportunity form what I hope will be life-long relationships with some of the most amazing women on planet Earth. I don't friend easily, so this is something I could have never done without Junior in tow. But frankly, quality time with The Hens, as My Bestie Dad and I refer to them, can get a little stale. My baby factory has been shuttered and I've lost interest in many of the issues that brought us together in the first place; (TMI ALERT) cracked nipples, sleep schedules, environmental toxins and all the other First World problems educated suburban liberal moms have. Some days, I'm just so over it. Some days, I want to say horrible things. I want to swear like a sailor. I want to debate the merits of the various Spider- and Iron Man films. I want to talk about computers. I want to climb rocks and eat Doritos. I want to roughhouse with our kids.
I want to flirt.
Yea, whatever. I'm married, so are they. Grow up. We're not doing it in the bushes behind the swirly slide. And if that’s what you’re looking for, check out the 2006 film "Little Children." You can watch it as many times as you like and no one gets hurt.
So, Moms, do you have Dad friends? What do you get out of it?
