I’m a full time, stay at home father of two. I’m at home with the kids somewhere around 30–40 hours a week as my wife is self-employed. When I’m out with the kids, I get a lot of people who say the same thing; “I think it’s great that you’re home with the kids. Good for you”. Well, I’m here to say that that’s a bunch of poppycock. Don’t get me wrong, I think it IS great that I’m home with the kids, but every single person who says this to me is saying it for the same reason; I’m a man. And this is where the poppycock part comes in to play.
Four years ago I sat down to dinner with the owner of the computer store that I was an assistant manager at. I was about to go on paternity leave but was expecting to be named the new store manager as our existing store manager was moving back out West and our service manager was leaving for another position. In my mind I had all but worked out how I was going to be able to help manage the store during my leave and what sort of compensation I’d be receiving. We sat down at Q, a restaurant that coincidentally closed down shortly thereafter, and I got ready to accept my promotion when I was told that the store was closing and the entire store (more or less) was out of a job.