The secret diary of a single parent bloke
One of the most difficult things for a working parent to do is get time off during school holidays. Kat’s parents have had Natalia and Jack in the past, but I really don’t like them going there: they stuff them with chips, crisps and chocolate all day (often to stop them talking), dump them in front of the TV, have no proper interaction, the house is filthy, and Natalia’s left in no doubt whatsoever about who their favourite grandchild is (and it’s not her). It’s even their fault that Natalia’s scared of the dark (“don’t leave this room and go into the dark or the boogie man will get you”). They’re not malicious, just idiots.
Fortunately, we have a saviour.
My Dad has offered to look after the kids through the school holidays. All of the school holidays! When I can get time off, I can join them for as long as I want, plus every weekend too. I feel bad about sending them off for weeks at a time, but they’ll enjoy it, Dad and Lydia are great with them, I get a rest and free time, and best of all, they won’t be at Kat’s parents. Fab!