One of the perks of being your own boss is being able to spend more time with the kids.
When I was in Tokyo, I didn’t get home until after 7:00, which after eating dinner left very little time to do anything else with the kids.
Now, I’m at home when the kids get back and can do lots more things with them. I’ve started teaching my daughter phonics again – after an 18-month hiatus. And recently, I also discovered this great app called Epic, which has thousands of picture books in English. My older two love it when I read stories to them on my iPad.
Saw this in the park near the maternity hospital where my third child was born yesterday.
I had to take my daughter out of school for the day because nobody was going to be home to let her in. While my wife and new baby were sleeping, I took her over to the park.
Park signs usually just say “please don’t smoke near the playground equipment”. I have been known in my time to tell people off for smoking near my children. But this is the first time for me to see this kind of sign in any park in Japan.
This handwritten effort signed by the Omori Townscape Maintenance Department looks like it was instigated by parent power.
In order to protect children from passive smoking, please refrain from smoking.
I’d like to see more of these signs in parks around Japan, and not just a handwritten one cobbled together by the local maintenance department!
Today my wife went into hospital ahead of a special delivery tomorrow: yes, that’s right… Child number three!
Finally, the kids are asleep. And I feel like I ran an ultramarathon today, when my Fitbit tells me I walked a measly 9 kilometres (12,000 steps).
While my wife was getting settled in and hooked up to the baby monitor, I took the kids over the road to Denny’s. Denny’s is no longer what it was. I think they are trying to go upmarket, positioning themselves above Gusto and Jonathan’s, somewhere around Royal Host. Not that I’m a connoisseur of Japanese family restaurants. But I was surprised at having to pay more than double what we pay at Gusto for my son’s meal.
I don’t know how my wife even managed it all those times when I went on business trips. I felt like I was being pulled in every direction. My two terrors tag-teamed me – deciding to take turns in playing up, and often giving me the double whammy of misbehaving simultaneously! It took me ten minutes just to get the kids to choose what they wanted off the menu, and even longer to choose my own!
It turned out that they were hungry. As soon as the food came, they were good as gold. For a while anyway.
My wife said to me this evening:
I’ll take the physical pain, you take the psychological pain. We should share the pain, right?
She is the one that’s really going to run a proverbial ultramarathon tomorrow. And the nurses have promised to dutifully wake her up once an hour through the night tonight.
But for my part, hopefully I will survive the eight to ten days until my wife gets out of the hospital! Then we can both share the joy and the pain of raising three lively… I mean… lovely kids.
I think I’m going to enjoy this paternity leave! 🙂