(ed:..i am one of those few men who have been there – done that – and i totally agree with the above assertion..
and i don’t wanna dad-baby-minder brag here..but i did cloth-nappies..and the clothesline..staunch..!.)
This is the crux: looking after a baby is bloody hard work.
There are the endless nappies (a dozen or more a day if you’re unlucky) – the perpetual feeding (and yes I appreciate men have little cause for complaint here by comparison) – colic and any number of other gripes – trips to the GP – health visitor and probably A&E at some point – not to mention desperately making friends with people you’d hate if they didn’t happen to have a similarly disgusting sprog strapped to their front.
All of it rewarded by a weak smile once every couple of weeks that is more likely to be wind than a real sign of affection.
(ed:..i would disagree with that cynical observation – the rewards to be had from undertaking this full-time task are feckin-awesome..!
and men don’t know what they are missing out on..and i feel very privileged that the circumstances of my life lead me down that road..)
Men given the option generally reckon that it’s an easier life to get back to work as soon as possible.
And often they’re right.