Brad Kearns from dad mum life is learning what it is like to be the mum. “You know when your wife always says “I wish I could be the dad” and you’re like … It’s the same thing…”

Well sit back, relax, grab a drink, some popcorn, clear your schedule and hold onto your bootlaces because I’m about to take you on a ride that could only be likened to a backwards 100mph roller coaster that takes you through waterfalls of vomit, shit and lots of tears. And once you’re finished with yours you will move onto the children’s”, writes Brad on Facebook.

“It all started yesterday when I had to rush out of work. Because I’m a dad… And dads get respite for 40+ hours per week under the socially acceptable provisor ‘supporting the family’ while mum continues doing what women seem to so effortlessly do. “My liver has failed” read the text message from Sarah. And that’s when I became the mum. It’s now been 24 hours…

I feel like the Law & Order scene change beat would be appropriate about now.

5:00pm arrival at home – The Eagles Land
5:01pm… Initial scans of the house:
1. Living quarters trashed
2. Rations reduced to tiny teddies, gravy stock, tea bags and a clear lack of defrosted meat
3. Knox (2yo) limited speech ability wants to watch a DVD and communicated this by roaring at me. Finn (6wks) communicates only by way of the hot and cold guessing game, crying for hot and emphatic crying for cold

I put on the dvd which buys me time with Knox. Finn still making his same original request, I don’t seem to be getting any warmer. A bottle reduces him to a mere wimper. I’ll take it.

Who remembers Aristos The Surprise Chef? The bloke that can look at a bare ass pantry consisting of canned food and half rotten vegetables and create a 3 course meal fit for a King…

Well Knox had 2 minute noodles so F%$# YOU ARISTOS!

As the night rolls on and my patience wears thin; I reduce myself to keeping Knox quiet by allowing him to place stickers on my (very hairy) legs. He was being quiet… “It’s okay, I can shave them off in the morning” was the thought. “Just don’t wake Finn”

It’s amazing how babies sleep the way they do. You know what I mean hey… When you change and finish feeding them, and you gently pick him up to burp him, and he burps, and you rub his back to make him comfortable. And his eyelids become heavy, and he breathes heavily through his nose as the comforting warmth becomes too much for him to be able to keep his eyes open. It’s really beautiful… And then you wrap him ever so gently, bring him up to your face and kiss him on his forehead, and sway as you walk into the room, as if you’re doing the slowest no partnered waltz you can do, and you’re wiggling your hips that bit extra because you’re the fucking man because the kid’s asleep, and you gently lay him in his bed, and cover him, and tuck him in, and tap the dummy for whatever the fuck reason we seem to do that shit for. It’s beautiful. It’s such a nice and serene moment you get to share with them…

Right up until the part where he F*%$ING SCREAMS FROM THE HIGH HEAVENS… As if I’ve thrown him at a wall by his legs!

At least it’s only once a night right??? I mean, why wouldn’t I want to do it all again at 10:30….12:00….1:45….3:30….
I was so excited to know the trend would continue at 5:00 except it was actually the beginning of the new day. Did you know sleep deprivation is a form of torture???

So there I was… At 5:30am sitting on the lounge with Finn alert as an 18yr old Mt Druitt chick at Stereosonic… Just sittin… When Knox enters the room and says “Hi”. That’s the moment I realised I would rather be the dad.

So I got the kids ready for the day and planned my attack on the domestic duties. And by that I mean I spent the next 2 hours in the lounge room holding Finn, in a spiral of insomnia induced hallucinations allowing Knox to help himself to an assortment of fruit sticks, K-Time Twists and Sa-Ka-Ta’s until he eventually retreated to his train set. Texting Sarah “really good night babe”…

Then there was a Knock at the door… Have you ever been in a situation where someone walked in on you doing something you shouldn’t be? That’s the feeling I got when I opened the door to my mother in law.

So there I was  unshaven, hair a mess, wearing the pants and socks from the day before and a hoodie covering up the fact I had no shirt on. Hadn’t showered, not yet brushed my teeth, Knox comes running out in his sleeping bag asking for a new Yoghurt muesli bar to be opened. I open the door to her to reveal the fact that Knox’s noodles were still in a bowl on the table, stickers stuck to the goddamn lounge, the house an absolute mess.

It was in that moment I knew I was defeated. It was also in that moment I knew she knew I knew I was defeated. A vulnerability we try our best to keep from our in laws. That was only 16 hours of being a mum. And I failed.

I have not even mastered the ability to keep my own personal hygiene as a mum let alone the ability to keep a house, educate children, prepare meals and even venture outside for activities.

Sarah’s still in hospital… Get well soon babe smile emoticon:) and stay tuned for day 2 of … DaDMuM”

His post has been shared over 9250 times. WOAH! He has received nearly 10K comments in less than 24hrs.

Good luck Brad! We hope mum makes a full recovery soon.

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  • I love reading articles like this! Real and truthful are always the best type of reads : )


  • Lolll, honesty – gotta love it. I truly believe I never swore so much until I became a mum, lol. Good Luck Brad (and I hope Sarah is on the mend and back home now)


  • Sounds like it was a good swap for everyone!!


  • I want to be the Dad, and then I remember how much I love being the mum and all the wonderful things that go with that.


  • What a great article. Some dads need to read this to truly understand what us mums do actually do!
    Hang in there Brad, you’re doing great (the kids are still alive ;)) & we all feel like this most of the time too.
    Get well Sarah!


  • My husband was totally useless.
    Three kids and i could count on one hand the number of times he changed a nappy.
    After My 3rd was born my biggest frustration was that every night after dinner when all was calm i would excuse myself to go have a shower and every night my youngest would always end up in tears and screaming. I have no idea what he did but it would start almost the moment i got into the shower and it wouldnt stop until I came out to sort out the issue. One day I totally lost it and asked him why the hell he was so damn useless that he couldnt even look after the kids for 15mins while I had a shower without there being a drama. I think he then took it as a challenge as from then on the drama stopped and I was able to shower in peace. Even so he was still never a great Dad as far as helping out was concerned.

    Its lovely to see so many Dads being hands on now.


  • Haha I love this!
    Nice work Brad. The kids are alive and fed, job well done I say!
    The house work can wait. Focus on yourself and those beautiful babies of yours.
    I hope your partner is okay.


  • Thank you for the appreciation! I do love being a mum


  • Lol. Good work Brad.
    The children are alive and that’s all that matters.
    I hope mum. Is ok


  • Hehehe not easy being mum – something dads often don’t get until they are left to handle on their own. I wouldn’t change being mum for the world tho :-)


  • I saw this this morning and loved it. I’m sure my hubby thinks I do nothing all day – my favourite was the bit about how dads get their 40+ hours a week respite under the proviso of earning a living!!


  • Thanks for sharing your struggle with instant noodles and stickers! ;)


  • I think its friggen hysterical. Im the mum and have felt that way! But how amazing are these little humans? Worth all the pain and sleep deprivation


  • I hope Sarah recovers Ok. Liver Failure is Life Threatening. Brad will realise how much Sarah has managed to do every day. He has probably slept through the night feeds. It’s surprising how you listen out for children when you need to. I’m sure I slept with my ears on red alert when I cared for other peoples’ babies before ours.


  • who says life is easy when having a child or children??? I have my moments with my 7 and 9 year olds. last sat after falling over in a public carpark, I was over it with my kids fighting all the time and gave them the shits about helping people wither they like it or not, its part of growing up etc….so I congratulate you for holding your patience and you did well…we all have our moments. I enjoyed reading your day!


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