Our story starts today with Central Coast dad Brad Kearns happily at work.
We know Brad is happy because he tells us as much. For Brad, work is 40-plus “hours per week under the socially acceptable provisor ‘supporting the family’.”
That’s fine. For many parents, that’s exactly what work is. (Hands up, ladies. Hands up.)
Brad thinks that his wife Sarah is pretty good at what she does. They have two boys, two-year-old Knox and six-week-old Finn. (Great names, for boys, in my humble opinion. Nice work Brad and Sarah.) Brad says that while he’s at work, “Mum continues doing what women seem to so effortlessly do.”
Small bone to pick here; men can parent their children pretty well too, Brad, and saying things like that entrenches gender stereotypes. But that’s a whole other post for a whole other day and Brad seems like a pretty cool dude who is doing his best to get on with things.
So, Brad is happy at work when he gets a text message from Sarah: “My liver has failed”.
Brad writes, “And that’s when I became the mum. It’s now been 24 hours… I feel like the Law & Order scene change beat would be appropriate about now.”
Brad describes the next 24 hours pretty hilariously. Knox gets two-minute noodles for dinner (which is a perfectly acceptable dinner in my book… probably what I myself will have for dinner tonight). Finn wakes up for a feed three, no four times that night and by 5:30am, the three boys are wide awake on the couch in the living room.