The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Yesterday, I was escorted from work and locked out. Today, I walked Natalia and Jack to school. We held hands, played “tag” and chatted about anything in the morning’s warm summer sun. They were there on time, not dumped outside a locked gate that wouldn’t be opened for another 10 minutes.
I strolled home, had a cup of tea, and made my plans for the day: into town to go to the Job Centre, then possibly the Citizen’s Advice Bureau, then back home to type up my CV, fill in forms for the redundancy insurance I’d very wisely taken out a few months earlier, and then a walk back to school to collect the kids at 3:00. No rushing around. No driving like a lunatic to try to do a 35 minute journey in 25. No stroppy staff.
Part of my plan for the day worked. I had my cup of tea and went into town. The Job Centre and insurance company refused to talk to me because I hadn’t actually been made redundant, but CAB were helpful in advising me what my employer could and couldn’t do, and what I could expect from the Job Centre.
I went home, and decided that I wasn’t going to type my CV- I was going to do what I’d always wanted to do: start my own business!
At 3:00, I was stood in the alien-world of the playground with other parents. On a ‘normal’ day, somebody would have pissed me off long ago, but instead the happy faces of my kids were heading towards me. We walked home, and then I cooked dinner. Nothing hurried, nothing fancy, just something nice.
Life feels better already.