It’s the new kind of single parenting.
While my son was young, I was fortunate to be able to stay at home with him for longer than expected. It was an amazing time that I feel privileged to have had. But it was also exhausting. I had a child that didn’t sleep well, that didn’t feed well and that needed a lot of attention (don’t they all?). With no family around there was no time out.
For my husband, the time I was off work was stressful too. He bore the brunt of the financial responsibility and felt the pressure to put in longer hours to pay the bills. He also travelled a lot for work and would spend weeks on the other side of the world doing his best to increase business.
We were like so many families struggling with the rising cost of living. One of us, me, holds down the house and kids. And one works extended hours.
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Of course, he wanted to be home with us more often but the cost of living is simply so extreme that as a sole income family, we needed to accept that he would be doing a lot more than the typical nine to five. I felt for him. He was always exhausted and stressed. Most days, he would be up before five and wouldn’t be home until long after the dinner, bath, bed routine was over.
Some of my friends didn’t understand the situation. They expected their husbands to be home around five every night to help with the children and got annoyed when they weren’t. When I said my husband would be working that weekend the responses would be “Again?!” Yeah, again and not because he wants to.
It was hard. For him, he missed out on seeing his child for the whole day, having to make do with sneaking a kiss on the head while he slept. I think that got to him the most. For me, it meant being responsible for every single aspect of my child’s care from the minute his eyes opened to the time he went to bed (and all through the night).