Five weeks ago I wrote a post about how my wife and I were being proactive in addressing our son’s behavior problems in school. I mentioned how I would be leaving work early for four weeks until my wife started her new part time job. (The decision was made for her to go part time, and not me, because in her field she can make more money at 21 hours a week than I can.) Well, my lady starts her new gig tomorrow which means that we are officially rolling into the second phase of “Operation Love The Boy.”
It’s been an interesting five weeks leading up to phase two. I had plenty of time to bond with my son, and not nearly enough time to do my 9 to 5 job the way I like to, which is well. The trade-off, however, was worth it. I got a kick out of making mac-n-cheese and chicken nuggets, playing football in the yard, reading kooky children’s books, and watching talking animals on TV all before my wife got home from work. I liked the feeling of “rescuing” my boy from the horrors of preschool, and the conversations we had while stuck in traffic. Now, as a result of our time together, my son knows exactly when to yell “drive your stinking vehicle!” at slow moving cars. That kind of thing is priceless.
It wasn’t all peaches and cream though. I believe my wife got it a little twisted early on when I was projecting grumpiness toward her late in the evening. She thought I was grumpy because I didn’t want to do what I was doing, when the reality was that I was upset because I had to squeeze eight hours of work into five and my work consists of supervising managers, budgets, and a slew of other essential organizational things. That was draining. But being around and caring for my son was invigorating. It was perhaps the best four weeks of the last three years (I went part time for six months at my previous job after my wife finished her six month maternity leave. I spent three full days a week