The secret diary of a single parent bloke
We’re going on holiday tomorrow. I booked at as a Valentine’s present- for my wife and my family who I love. We’re flat broke, despite the fact that we both work (me earning a managerial wage, Kat earning minimum wage for a few hours a week), and haven’t had a holiday for ages. I took out a big loan to pay for the holiday- we’re flying to Orlando, rented a car, got a villa with it’s own pool, and tickets for the Disney World parks. It should be wonderful. I hope it is.
Things seem to have got a bit better recently, maybe all of my work is beginning to count for something. My day’s are very long- getting up at 7:30, driving 20 miles to work, 8½ hours work in a place I hate, hassle from the staff, hassle from the management, hassle to do overtime, drive 20 miles home, dinner’s waiting, help put the kids to bed, start tidying up while Kat lies on the sofa, hopefully finish by 10:00, wake Kat up, go to bed, go to sleep. I do wonder what Kat does all day. I know that she gets the kids ready in the morning, and I know that she cooks dinner for us. She works 2-3 days a week too- but I suspect that she doesn’t always go.
It’s not much of a life, but I hope it will save the family.