You’d like to think the last week would be a highlights reel - one more of all the great things so you can soak them up before they disappear.
Or maybe that’s just me.
Maybe, too, it’s best that you apply the band-aid logic. If it happens fast and is all of a blur then you won’t notice the pain.
In reality, neither of these things are happening. My final week as an at-home dad has been about juggling roles and responsibilities. Two mornings is a row I was on calls to the U.S. when I should have been giving Austin his breakfast, or at least watching the Today show with him.
We took a suit to the drycleaner when we should have been at the park, Tuesday’s playgroup was scrapped because we had to visit his new daycare centre and Kate worked from home this afternoon so while Austin slept I could be in North Sydney at a client meeting.
And that sleep was one of my last chances to have a cheeky glass of wine and get into trouble on Grays Online.
Thankfully, tomorrow should bring some sanity. Friday too I hope. Nothing will stop us going to our main playgroup on Thursday. There are some friends to see one last time. I also have to tell them I can no longer be a coordinator. Or Santa.
We’ll pay a visit to our café on the way there and shop for shoe bargains on the way home. That’s they way we’ve always done it and it will be nice to do it just once more.
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I'm Philip Clark. In January 2009 my wife Kate and I returned to Sydney after three-and-a-half years in London. In tow was our son, Austin, then nine months. Fast forward two weeks and we had found the perfect house - with Kate the first to land a great job.
We were lucky enough to be in a position to choose that one of us would be at home with the boy. That someone, of course, was me. It was something I'd always want to have a crack at. It was an experience I wouldn't change for the world.
Things have moved on since then. Roles are reversed. Kate is now at home with boys one and two, while I'm suited up and at the office. The stories remain, however, and here you'll find almost all there is to know about my nine months at home with Austin.
For anything else, you can find me here.
We were lucky enough to be in a position to choose that one of us would be at home with the boy. That someone, of course, was me. It was something I'd always want to have a crack at. It was an experience I wouldn't change for the world.
Things have moved on since then. Roles are reversed. Kate is now at home with boys one and two, while I'm suited up and at the office. The stories remain, however, and here you'll find almost all there is to know about my nine months at home with Austin.
For anything else, you can find me here.
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