After 2 weeks of paternity leave, Peter has officially turned into me.
He used to give me a hard time for losing my patience with the kids. He would also suggest I let Rita help me in the kitchen when I cook. Well....after a few times of cooking with the kids I heard him say "Rita, get your hands out of it, you are making a huge mess. If you don't stop touching everything, you are going to have to leave the kitchen." At the end of the final week I also overheard him raising his voice in frustration at the children being children. He was saying things that I have heard myself say to the kids before. He started cleaning windows just to keep himself busy while inside with the girls on a rainy day. I must say that he has done an amazing job keeping up on laundry and other household chores. The icing on the cake was coming home after a morning in town to find he had rearranged the living room furniture! That is such a 'me' thing to do, I couldn't stop laughing. On Thursday I worked most of the day and when I arrived home, Pete looked absolutely knackered. This was partly due to the fact that Tui won't really take a bottle so he spent the morning holding and cuddling her while she cried that her real food source was nowhere in sight. Even when I am home with the baby I am either sitting on the couch breastfeeding her or walking around holding her trying to get her to sleep. There isn't much time spent hands free that's for sure.
I have seen our life through his eyes and vice versa which has been quite insightful for all us no doubt.
And now back to life as it was pre paternity leave. Dad at work, mum at home. Lucky Pete.