Not that the Magpie didn’t fuss twice, but Mr.Q is trying to get into the routine of being the one to deal with the midnight squawks.
I have informed him that, once I go back to work and he will be the only one who doesn’t need to be somewhere at a particular time or risk getting in shit, getting up to retrieve discarded soothers will be his job. So it seems that he has begun easing himself into it. He’s also jumped right into providing meals and providing a little entertainment throughout the day. He will, after all, have up to 8 or 9 months of leave to get used to it before he has to go back to work.
I do realise that I am in
possession cohabitation with a Mr. Mom. Mr.Q would love nothing more than to be a stay-at-home parent [having yet to do it full time] and I suspect that if the opportunity presented itself, he would without hesitation. I’m not sure what said opportunity would involve, exactly, but I’m sure he’d recognise it.
I’m still not sure how I got such a liberal boy from Alberta [not known for their left wing stances on … anything. Sorry, Mackey, but it’s true!], even taking into account the fact that he grew up with three older sisters. It wasn’t too difficult to move him to the coast and, regardless of a few issues reminiscent of a staunch prairie upbringing, he is pretty damn into being an uber-present parent.
So, I’m not terribly worried about going back to work in a few weeks. The Magpie will be in good hands. But, based on the last few days and nights, things will be a little different around here. I just have to get over that.