My husband had a tough time of it as a stay-at-home dad. He'd always had lots of female friends so he thought it would be a breeze to fit into playground society.
He was wrong.
Playgroup was the worst. While the first group he joined was inclusive, when we moved across town and he sought out a new group he was shunned.
He persisted for a few weeks, but the mums ignored all his attempts to join in, so he gave up. It made it a lonely existence and meant he returned to the workplace with mixed feelings: grateful to finally have adult conversation again, but sad to leave his child in the care of others.
Why are dads treated like paedophiles at the playground? Why are they seen as strangers instead of potential friends and their children possible playmates?
Is it because husbands are uncomfortable with their wives befriending the local stay-at-home dad? Is it as prehistorically simple as that?
Jenna Karvunidis from Chicago Now has written a post called "Advice to stay-at-home-dads from a cold, cold playground mom" and it's brutal. Even the GIF used to illustrate it (above) is cruel.
Jenna offers a helpful explanation to stay-at-home dads who are wondering "What's up with these stuck-up moms and their oooh, everyone wants in my pants attitude? Can't you just give a HELLO to these ice queens without getting yourself on a registry? Sheesh*. Allow me. I'll be your guide for the next 60 minutes into the cold world of co-ed playground politics. My holster is full of advice for the flustered dad crowd who just doesn't understand the motives of the cold shoulders walking around in yoga pants. "