This week’s guest writer is David Kaa of The Manwife Chronicles. Why does he call himself the manwife? Because he has been unemployed and home taking care of his kids so long that he says he is now growing a uterus. His tales of domestic life are funny as is his video series of his daughter explaining to a prospective employer why she should hire her dad. David’s latest post is about meth being easier to buy than Sudafed and his children running around pantless in CVS. David is pee-in-your-pants funny. After you read his guest post, please go to his blog and read more from The Manwife.
I’m standing there like … eight years old. She’ll be tugging away on the crotch of the pants for what seems like 30 minutes.
“I don’t think these have enough room.”
Which only leads to more tugging. We tug the right side, the left side and then the famous two-handed pull. How big is my crotch that this is that much of an issue, and why does it feel like my entire third grade class is in this store staring?
Apparently, I have a wide-set crotch, which probably explains why I wore a lot of sweats to school. That’s another sure-fire way to ensure your son doesn’t date until 40.
One minute you’re learning long division, the next something is happening in your pants. You’re not quite sure what, but you won’t be able to get up from behind this desk for the next half-hour. Forget floor hockey in gym class. But you don’t have a choice … because you’re in the THIRD GRADE.
At some point you’re going to have to get up. And everyone is going to point and laugh. Then again, they would laugh anyway. There is just no good way to pull off sweats. They always bulge in the front. So, either way, kids are pointing at your crotch and laughing.
It’s all very traumatic. That’s why I have used my unemployment as an opportunity, creating pantless awareness. There should be a walk-a-thon or something. Besides, if you’re stuck at home all day cleaning, pants just create unnecessary laundry, which is the best argument for nudist colonies.