If you are an unemployed man, raise your hand. Um…not so fast sir. You haven’t worked for some time and I doubt you have any intentions of working so let me rephrase that. If you are a man who has recently lost his job, raise your hand. Hmm…Ok ok. Don’t do that either. You look a bit silly sitting in front of your computer with your hand in the air. If someone should walk in on you right now they would think you have lost it. No, not your job, your mind.
Anyways, since I very rudely and abruptly lost my job when the employment carpet was unceremoniously yanked from under my feet, I have noticed that there are quite a few other dads out there who suffered the same fate. Either that or they are lying to me as a way of expressing their sympathy. I am gullible so I doubt that. I now know at least 5 other men who have lost their jobs within weeks and months of my own departure. Most of us have kids which makes me wonder if there is something afoot. Are our wives up to some kind of sneaky underhanded dealings? Are they in cahoots with our bosses? They think we are not ‘mommy’ enough to handle stay-at-home duties? Well we will show them!
My fellow daddy-day-carers, let’s go forward in solidarity! Let’s show our wives that we are capable of being darn good stay-at-home dads. We will only call them when we need, I repeat, need, to know where our kids’ clothes are, what they like to eat and what are their names. We won’t ask the obvious questions that they are probably waiting for us to ask, like ‘Honey, can you tell me who wears the red Nikes?’ Hello! We will try them on the kids until it fits someone. Duh!
Since I was forced into my stay-at-home daddy role, I can see a difference around the home. Mikhail is riding a bike without training wheels, the kids are eating less, which is good for weight watching. I mean, most of it is because I keep forgetting to make meals but that’s besides the point. We are also saving on gas bills as we eat fast food more often. Let the restaurants pay the gas bills. Kenyan even tried coffee for the first time. Do you think mommy would have allowed him that treat? Of course not.
About school, my two older boys are now going to a French immersion school. It’s great except that I couldn’t keep track of the Madames at that school when it was only one kid attending, with two there’s no way I could remember! Plus they are usually weird french names. Names like Madame Dideau, Madame Richelu and Madame Jackson. (told you they were weird). My wife remembers them all but she doesn’t have to worry about other stuff like who wears the red Nikes and who eats what. I am not done. My youngest is repeating preschool. I know, big deal eh? Well here this…He gets off at 11:30am, Kenyan at 11:00 and Mik at 3:12. I think it’s 3:12. Guess who has to pick them up at these staggered time? Yep, me! It’s piece of cake. I mean I am sure I will show up at the wrong time and at the wrong school but as long as I say ‘Excusez-moi madame but where is my kid?’ I should be ok.
So if you start seeing kids walking around with Nikes too big for their feet while holding a cup of coffee and waiting for their daddy who is either running late or waiting at the wrong school/bus stop, don’t worry about it. They are from the new day care in your area most likely ran by an unemployed dad. The kids will be fine, no worries. Fellas, let’s show our wives how we do things. Raise your…actually never mind.