Yeah, I know I should just be grateful he’s willing to stay home with the kids. But I expect more.
My husband is a great guy. Easygoing, fun, fantastic with the kids. So I feel a bit guilty even writing this. But I have to get it off my chest. He is doing a bit of a crap job as a stay-at-home dad.
I was so happy when he offered to stay home with our son, who’s now three, and our daughter, who’s now 18 months, so I could go back to work full-time. I get a lot of satisfaction out of my job and I make more money than him. (I work in finance, he’s a P.E. teacher.) And, to be honest, it was doing my head in being at home with the kids. It felt like my brain was turning to mush.
It seemed like a perfect arrangement. I would come home from work, spend an hour or two playing with the kids, read them a story in bed, then flop on the couch with my husband and a glass of wine.
Nup.
I come home and the place is a pigsty.
Bowls with dried cereal left lying around. (We have a dishwasher. Would it kill him to put them inside?) Dirty clothes on the floor. Water all over the bathroom. DVDs not put back in their cases. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to empty the potty, so I walk in and have to face a poo that's been there for hours.
And the kids always look so scruffy. I'm not expecting child models, but it's not hard to find clean clothes that vaguely match and then run a brush through my daughter's hair, surely?