My wife, despite having twice as many degrees as me, both to a considerably higher standard, working as many hours as I do and working as hard as me, still makes £13,000 less.
I was totally unprepared for how different nappies with my daughter would be.
So why is it that I am finding this time fairly pleasant but the common perception of a new mum is a stressed, confused, barely conscious whirlwind?
That is the guilt I feel about my wife going back to work early in order for me to spend time with the kids. Strangely it feels a little selfish to have this time with MY kids.
I’ve found it! The end of my tether! It’s been successfully located and resides on a Friday morning at 11:38am.
…all of these 5 word statements pale in comparison to the immediate heart racing, situation changing, panic inducing effects of these five words: “Daddy, I need a wee”.
Is it possible I prefer spending time with my son than my daughter?
Goodness me isn’t Musical Chairs a brutal game?!
“Over-stuffing” is a concept my wife coined to describe my tendency to cram every activity I can into my time.
Son: “I think you need to find quiet Rock n Roll”
Me: “There is no such thing as quiet Rock n Roll”