Itâ€™d be hard enough being a stay-at-home dadâ€¦. But a stay-at-home dad who also â€œhas a pretty demanding jobâ€? now thatâ€™s just unheard ofâ€¦.. ask my mates!
12:10 pm: Iâ€™ve seen â€œBaby Boomâ€ so I know it can be doneâ€¦. But hells bells, youâ€™ve never felt you shoes rubbing against your feet so much as when you play a stay-at-home parent trying to work from home. The constant running from room-to-room would give anyone sore spots on their feet.
Sounded like a good idea at the time â€“ and I still say it is â€“ but wow, itâ€™s quite a task trying to work whilst looking after a 6-month old (for those wondering, my wife had to return to work – – she’s a scientist, so she literally has to be in the lab). Whenever you sit down at the computer to work, you can almost guarantee that bubs will be crying â€“ or waking â€“ by the time you get to that firstâ€¦.
Hang on, can hear a baby crying.
1:35 pm: OK, Iâ€™m back. Where was I? Oh yeah, itâ€™s difficult trying to work and play parent at the same time without any assistance. Part of my job is trying to watch movies, for instance, but about twenty-minutes into something you can be assured youâ€™ll have to get up to move baby from the corner sheâ€™s wedged herself into, or, get some more milk ready. You can also guarantee that by the time, say, the beaver is released in â€œBasic Instinctâ€â€¦. Youâ€™ll be scooping chocolate custard from your little ones behind.
It sounds like Iâ€™m complaining, but Iâ€™m not, I think Iâ€™d just like people that have no frigginâ€™ idea what itâ€™s like juggling kids with work to know that it isnâ€™t a walk in the park. A walk in the park was me, working twelve jobs, staying awake until 2am completing deadlines – – – this is the equivalent of having to re-shoot the finale of â€œInvasionâ€â€¦. No easy task.
But you know what? I wouldnâ€™t have it any other way. I donâ€™t want my kid going to day care at 6 months old and sharing nappies with the three feral kids from down the road but more so, I want her to know her Dad. Her mum, too, obviouslyâ€¦ but her Dadâ€¦ if only because I donâ€™t remember my Pop being around much as a kid. Most children become accustomed to seeing their fatherâ€™s for about half-an-hour-a-day â€“ before and after work. Thing is, Iâ€™m in a position â€“ literally â€“ where I can be the guardianâ€¦ I have no excuse. Iâ€™m a journalist and film producer, so it doesnâ€™t much matter where I work from as long as thereâ€™s a computer, phone line and notepad handy. Obviously Iâ€™m not getting as much done as Iâ€™d like in the afternoons â€“ Mum leaves for work after lunch, so I tend to rise very early and squeeze as much work in as possible â€“ as Iâ€™d like to, and some of the important phone calls Iâ€™m having to take – like the one, for instance, on Saturday morning where I was negotiating with a former â€œBreakfast Clubâ€ star to appear in a new film Iâ€™m producing â€“ donâ€™t go as smoothly as Iâ€™d like them to, but Iâ€™m not only getting things doneâ€¦ Iâ€™m getting things done whilst spending quality time with my beautiful little girl.
I know a few guys with children, and theyâ€™re already telling me Iâ€™m â€œcrazyâ€ for doing this. But you know what? Fuck that. As I see it, we contributed to making that kidâ€¦ we shouldnâ€™t just pass him/her off to the woman with the tits and be done with it. No, we canâ€™t tug milk from our jugsâ€¦. But we can bath, change, nurse, feed, clean andâ€¦possibly, working at home so she/he doesnâ€™t have to spend the next four years getting to know her [possibly screwloose and harmful] grandmother. I know some people donâ€™t have a choice but to drop their little one off at grandmaâ€™s, and some are forced to put their kids into day careâ€¦ but those that do so because they simply â€˜canâ€™t be botheredâ€™ need toâ€¦
Hang on, I can hear tearsâ€¦
1:40 PM : False alarm. As I was saying, those that simply drop their kids off at day-care or at their parentsâ€™ because they canâ€™t be bothered with the little one, or think itâ€™ll be too difficult working from home with the baby in tow, should remember one thing: Your child didnâ€™t make you flip mummy upside down on the couch that night to play American gladiatorsâ€¦. That was you, all you, and youâ€™ve now got a responsibilityâ€¦ whether that means only being attend to attend half the movie screenings you did last year (I, for instance, canâ€™t go to any screening after 2pm anymore – – but I have to accept that) or typing articles up in parts â€“ as I seem to do every day now â€“ so be it. Learn to live with it. Learn to enjoy it.
Sounds like a bitch, right? Well, it ainâ€™t. Itâ€™s actually rewardingâ€¦ especially when you get to see your little one walk away with the top trophy for Child of the year at a baby competition. Now thatâ€™s the shit right there.
Anyway, letâ€™s end it thereâ€¦. I want to use this time (sleeping time) to its full advantage and get some work done.
P.S. I never knew DVDs had so many â€œchaptersâ€.