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*sitting at PC in a partial-comatose state* *imagine getting prodded with a stick* Hmmm?! Oh, yes, that's right I'm supposed to be awake. What a night we had. Between midnight and 5am I was up, let's say four times, but it could've been more. I can't remember. Keira was coughing ALL NIGHT and nothing we did helped stop it. Then Riley chimed in with his own crying. Then Keira was 'up' at 6am, but we managed to get her to stay in her bed until 7am. I was going to do a proper post, and I may later. Please forgive me if I don't get back here, though. I'm sure you understand! Later: I'm back! You can't keep a blogger down. In the August 26, 2006 Good Weekend Magazine, there was a feature article written by a man recounting his twelve month stint as a Stay at Home Dad. It contained the usual craziness and love and fun which is the life of a typical toddler. It also talked about how, after a period, his self-esteem became shaky. Paul (the author) began to wonder if he was truly fulfilled; if whether he was normal. “I felt as if I was becoming invisible. But then I realised one very important point—that it wasn’t about me. As a parent I’m meant to be invisible. It’s the child’s turn to step onto the stage, into the limelight.” (His italics) Now, I certainly agree with this to a point (matter of fact, I thought the entire piece was pretty spot on). However, I kind of wish he used a different word than ‘invisible’. I mean, that’s the trap that—I think—many stay at home parents fall into. They ingratiate themselves too much in their child’s life; forget to keep a balance. An invisible parent to me implies an ineffective parent; an uninspiring parent. I, for one, don’t want to be invisible. Do you?