On paper, it sounds like a dream for a guy with three kids who’s been married for 13 years. I have two weeks home alone. It’s been five days so far. Tiff and the kids are back in California. I went with them, but came back because I have to work. They’re just having an extended summer vacation with the family.
So it seems like a great break for a guy. I don’t have to ask to go to the gym after work. I can leave my clothes on the ground for a few days and nobody complains. I don’t have to listen to the kids fight with each other. I don’t have to worry about Tiff drinking all the coffee. I also don’t have to worry about her putting my favorite water cup in the sink and I can re-use it over and over. I can go to bed however early I want without waiting for her Real Housewives of Wherever to end.
I don’t have to turn off the baseball game so the kids can watch some cartoon instead.
But I’ve learned a few things. [Read more…]