Eyes glazed. Hair wild. Clothes dishevelled.
No, I’m not describing myself after an overenthusiastic HIIT class.
When he first volunteered to take parental leave to assist in my return to work after having our second child, we both got caught up in the romance of it all. We’d be so modern! So Scandinavian!
I looked forward to easing back into my job without the distractions of domesticity. I envisaged coming home to three-course dinners and piles of neatly ironed laundry.
He imagined quality time with our daughter, sipping babycinos and frolicking in the park. In his downtime, he planned to catch up on some reading. Fix that dodgy tap downstairs. Perhaps solve world peace.