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The other night, I was chatting to Nicoline when the subject of my status as a house husband was brought up. She said that it didn’t appear that I was one, and what was it that justified the naming of my blog. After I explained the history, I figured it was about time I updated my employment status and renamed this blog to something more accurate.
For the record, back in 2007, I took voluntary redundancy from my job as a software tester (yes, they did exist, once upon a time) and decided to study for my Masters at City Uni. I discussed it with Mirinda and she suggested I take advantage of not having a job to study full-time. This was after I spent a very long time gaining my BSc from Guildford, studying part-time.
And so, I managed to gain my MSc and graduated to the exalted position as an Information Scientist. This followed my lifelong dream of becoming a librarian.
When it came time to find a job again, I sat down, once more with my wife, and we discussed my/our/the future.
After the lengthy process of listing the pros and cons, it was decided that it would be far more useful to both us and the wider society if I volunteered for various things (Science Museum, Talking Newspaper, Royal Navy Library, etc) and looked after the house becoming, a house husband.
And so, it came to pass, that this happened. I cooked and cleaned, both at home in Farnham and in our ‘extension’ in Canary Wharf. And all was well in the world.
Fast-forward to a few years ago when Mirinda left her job to (not exactly) retire, and the household tasks were distributed between us. Like all couples where one has been a stay-at-home spouse, there was a bit of adjustment to how things were done, which included a bit of learning on both sides, but, eventually, a new balance of duties was established.
A little while ago, I added ‘Sweden’ to the title of this blog, including a change to the header image, to more reflect the content. Then, today, I changed the name once more.
As for the rest of the day, I spent it cooking and cleaning and slogging through the process of applying for Swedish citizenship. Emma just watched.
In the meanwhilst, Freya spent a goodly amount of time helping Mirinda write an essay in the serenity of the stuga.
