By Eoin Flynn (The Walking Dad)
This is a record of the experience and lessons learned, joyous moments with interspersions of terror, worry, and sleep deprivation, that all come from being a stay-home father.
I’m Eoin, a 41-year-old ‘recovering’ journalist, designer, and artist. Most importantly, I, like many of my peers, am a dad.
I’m father to Amelia aka Mimi, a two-year-old blonde, blue-eyed font of amazement, wonder, and love (while also being a producer of icky fluids and Everest-like mounds of laundry). But I find myself to be somewhat of a rarity among men my age, in that I’m a dad who stays home.
And yet, here we are, 18 months into this new, all-consuming career. The hours are terrible, the pay negligible, and the boss is prone to wild mood swings and incontinence. But oh my, in spite of all that, and the sneaking suspicion that everything I own now smells vaguely of poop, this is the best, most rewarding job I’ll probably ever have.
I probably should have put all this down long before now but hey, I was busy and so, so tired.
I’ll use this space as a venue for anecdotes, advice, experiences, pictures, and videos that will try to reflect the life of a stay-home dad. Maybe someone will find it interesting, or even useful, we are few and far between.
In the meantime, thanks for stopping by.