Here goes nothin'...

The other day I asked my friend why they don't have classes in grade school that dealt with the serious issues. Things like "Wiping Your Ass: 1A" or "The Do's and Don'ts of Sex". These are things guys really need to know about. It would make the women out there much happier and it could save for tons of embarrassment down the line. Now that I'm a new father, a new class I would add to this list would be "Dealing With Those First Weeks With Baby". Don't get me wrong, it's been great but it could have been a whole lot better with some cheat sheets lying around (although I must say that after changing his diaper for about the thirtieth time, I'm beginning to learn how to properly do that wipe thing).

Women (please don't slap me for saying this) have it easy. They were born to do this work. It's ingrained in their soul to raise children. My girlfriend (we'll call her "Violet" for Blog purposes) was never the motherly type. She was aloof, kind of goofy, and very clumsy (all traits that I adore BTW). As soon as our son was born it was like a light came on. Her Motherly Instincts went into effect like Tyra Banks walking down a runway...everything came naturally. With men it's not that way. We fumble with things like, crying at 3:30 in the morning. We cringe when we here that one of his balls hasn't dropped yet. We gawk at our son falling asleep, with boob in mouth, with the same woman we once videotaped doing things of a similar nature. This stuff trips us out and if I'm alone on this I'll just shut up now.