As a bloke, I have been met with disbelief and suspicion when I’ve applied for part-time work. Didn’t I realise this was women’s work?
The job I was applying for was three days a week. It was a backwards step, career-wise, but the hours were attractive. By that I mean that the role’s part-time nature would allow me to continue meeting my KPIs as majority parent.
I could keep up with all that important driving and shouting that comprises a career as primary caregiver – the constant shuttling from school to ballet to football to dentist and, more generally, the endless forcing of kids to do things that they will really enjoy.
