Class is Cancelled
Today was my Fathering class.
The class was buried in the basement of the
So after hunting for the location – a cafeteria dining room – for 15 minutes, I stumbled upon a room full of tacky laminated tables and men that looked vaguely lost.
My question of ‘is this the fathering class?’ was met with a number of mild nods. The clock on the wall said it was 10 ‘til the class started.
At 15 after, I stood up and said, ‘I’m treating this like a college class. 15 minutes and no professor, no class.’ And left.
Seriously, I would rather spend the money/time being a better birthing coach than learning how to change a diaper.
After all, I’ve got a lot of Gunslinger experience.
posted by Rob Barron at 10:07 PM
2 Comments:
I think you'll do fine anyway. A lot of parenting is listening to what the baby is trying to tell you. You'll figure it out I'm sure. If you have any questions or need help, I think that's what the internet is for!
I still inject the 15 minute rule for all meetings at work. I left one time at 10 minutes and when questioned why I didn't give THAT VP the full fifteen minutes of wait time I told them "As far as I'm concerned, he doesn't have tenure."
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