Welcome!

This is not me and it’s not my kid.

Hi, hello. I’m Carmen Ribecca and I’m a dad. Not the seemingly well-adjusted one in the featured image up there where, as far as I can tell, that father is crushing it by taking his son on a leisurely stroll in some desolate apocalypse world.

I’m just a regular guy who has two boys, Rocco (7) and Max (6). They’re actually 20 months apart, which is something I feel like I have to say every time they are in the four month period where their ages sound like they’re only one year apart. I’m not sure why I feel like I have to do that. I guess somewhere in my deranged mind I think people would hear “6 and 7” and think to themselves, “Sheesh, you guys really like to bang” or “Ever heard of birth control?”

Anyway, I don’t really know what this website is meant to be yet, but sometimes I get the shits of being a dad and I need to vent about it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys, they’re the light of my life and so on and so forth. But sometimes they are a real pain in the ass! Sometimes they fight or refuse to eat or force me into a weird social situation that I’d have otherwise avoided if not for the weird pressures and norms of the parenting world.

This website is where I go to ineffectually gripe about all of that, because what healthier way to deal with constant conundrums of parenting than to create an entire digital archive about it that your kids will someday stumble on and discover how dysfunctional their dad really was this whole time? So, come along with me on this passive-aggressive journey of catharsis as I attempt to blog through it.