What’s it like being a dad in the twenty-first century?
Every so often, I describe my thoughts and experiences. If you are a parent, soon will be, or like to read my take on it, this is what to read. Oh, and don’t laugh.
When we had a baby, I knew that when she grew up and there would be play dates. What I didn’t realize is that — as with any social interaction — there would be etiquette involved. And, of course, Covid doesn’t help. Today, I’ll share some of my experiences with this social minefield.
This post is not a commercial for Rainbocorns, or a review of them. No, I had a pretty rough week, last week, and that makes me contemplative about Covid.
Last Month, preparations for a gender reveal party, featuring a cannon, killed a father-to-be on the US east coast. Last year, another party started a forest fire in California. I can only say: what the f*ck?
Today is Friday. Friday is my part-time day. Yes, I’m confident enough to admit I only work four days a week (on my day job). Actually, I think nobody should work five days a week; life’s too short to be stuck doing just one thing most of the time, which you might even hate. Let’s talk about part-time working.
