I was glad to hear that my father hadn’t lost his sense of
humour in the face of blindness and
general decrepitude.
‘It’s not retirement Dad, it’s redundancy. I’m hoping it
won’t be forever. And anyway, I’ll be a 'stay at home dad'. I'll be a bit like you, Dad, but with small children.’
Up to now, I have Monday and Tuesday mornings covered at the
local library – ‘storytime’ and ‘rhymetime’ respectively. ‘Gym Tots’ is
restarting on Thursdays in October, apparently.
So that just leaves Wednesdays and Fridays to fill. Aurora
is at school now and it’s to be hoped that Jocasta doesn’t grow out of epic
midday naps before the spring.
To her credit, Maude has been trying to ease my transition from paid
employment to playground fixture. She has identified another stay at home dad
in the neighbourhood. She befriended him at the library and is now trying to
engineer a meeting between us. His name features prominently on her clipboard to-do list and I hear that he is an unflappable natural at shepherding his two small children around our new local National Trust adventure playground..
I feel like a child being forced to play with children I
don’t know.
Maude retrieved her clipboard. With a sigh, she scored out the name of the village's only other known stay at home dad.
‘What you mean is that you aren’t keen because he has long hair
and his little boy is called Thor.’
Hope it's worked out for you financially. I look back on my own redundancy in 2010 as one of the best things that happened to me, but that was only after a long and very worrying spell of panic, followed by weeks of dealing with my creditors. Now, however, the freedom of not going to that job is a taste of bliss every morning.
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