About Mike Julianelle

Mike Julianelle is a thirty-something Brooklynite and member of the NYC Dads Group. He shares his experiences as a father and bitches about the ways the existence of his son – not to mention the myriad responsibilities surrounding that existence – is destroying his social life on his blog Dad and Buried.

Back To School Days Brings Parent Worries Beyond Readin’, ‘Riting, New Math

August 28, 2018 by Mike Julianelle Leave a Comment

This weekend marks the unofficial end of summer, and that means the season of returning back to school has begun. You’re probably knee-deep in it already, as New York City is kind of late to the game every year. It’s finally time to say goodbye to leisurely mornings in which I don’t have to scream at my son to put his shoes on and then sprint to the bus stop. Of course, as my son enters the second grade, I have much bigger concerns than getting out of the house on time. But first, let’s not pretend the kids going back to school doesn’t have its perks. For one thing, the kids are gone! … [Read more...]

Parenting Fails Can Sometimes Be Wins for You and Your Kids

August 9, 2018 by Mike Julianelle Leave a Comment

I’m not that great of a parent. But sometimes my bad parenting actually works out. Some of my parenting fails are actually kind of wins! I made a list of things I do wrong as a parent that actually make my sons happy so who cares … besides me, 10 years from now, when my instant gratification policy has turned them both into monsters. My Nine Best Parenting Fails Co-sleeping – Sometimes it’s by choice, sometimes it’s because I can’t be bothered to bring him back to his room. But my 5-year-old loves it, and assuming that he grows out of it before he’s say, fifteen, I’m not too … [Read more...]

Rubber Band Helps this Dad Snap Back into Loving Parental Mode

July 19, 2018 by Mike Julianelle Leave a Comment

I’m not one for jewelry. I don’t wear a necklace, and I definitely don’t wear any bracelets. I don’t wear a watch, or a Fitbit; I never even wore a LiveStrong band. I keep it simple. Beauty like this doesn’t need adornments! But I’ve been wearing an rubber band on my wrist for a little while now. It’s not a fashion statement; it’s a reminder. It’s a reminder that I am too hard on my 7-year-old. It’s a reminder that I yell too much. That I say “no” too much. That I lose my patience with him too frequently and I scold him too often and I don’t cut him enough slack. It’s a reminder … [Read more...]