The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Working full time and being a single parent is hard work. So when the kids are in bed, why aren’t I able to chill out nicely? I just get bored.
I’ve never been one for sitting in front of the TV, and perhaps being left in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t as important to my wife as the TV has created a bit of resentment towards the box in the corner of the room. But what else can I do? I certainly can’t go out. I’m still doing my evening art class once a week, but it’s really no good (there are only five of us, and they’re a little “odd”). I’m also too knackered to actually take up a proper hobby, and don’t want to sit in front of a computer after sitting in front of one for three hours during my time at work. It’s amazing how quickly your evening options get whittled down.
I do some occasional work “on the side” creating posters, flyers and websites for a local business. Working on the computer into the night makes my eyes ache, but I do it just to stop myself going stir-crazy.
I’ve decided to buy a PlayStation. Maybe that will keep me busy. We’ll see.