MyThreeDaughters

There are several famous pop-culture icons who have somehow achieved icon status without ever making an appearance. Coming quickly to mind are Norm’s wife on “Cheers” and Charlie from “Charlie’s Angels.” So there might be nothing wrong with being out of the picture, so to speak.
But the five devoted readers of mythreedaughters.com may have been wondering: Um, didn’t you say three daughters? You only ever write about two?
And they may also have been wondering, assuming they are teen-aged readers: Are you a single Dad or, like, where’s your wife?
Well, the answer is one and the same (boy, I’m a cliche factory tonight, huh?): The third daughter is presently upstairs screaming, and the first wife is up there trying to get her to cut it out. That’s where my wife has been since last May, when daughter number three was born. Tending to her.
In the mornings, I come downstairs and get breakfast going with the two bigs, and she stays up and tends to the one little. On the weekends, sometimes, I take the two bigs to Home Depot, or to a ballgame, and my wife tends to the baby.
It’s a little divisive, bringing a baby into the house (just ask the two bigs…or wait, don’t) and I was pleased to read on a Mommy blog that we are not alone.
Just to be fair, the 14-month-old is great when she’s around. Another redhead, another feisty redhead, and into everything. Lately, she digs through the trash, so all the trash cans in the house have been put up on countertops, as though we have a Dumpster-diving labrador or something.
Really, she’s great, but I do sometimes end up with a paraphrase of that Talking Heads song running through my head:
And you may ask yourself, where IS my beautiful wife?
Then I hear the screaming, and I know.