Learner Dad: It’s time to pause and accept how lucky we are to have kids
TIMES PAST: Our columnist recently dreamt about being single and drinking in a smoky pub with his housemates. Picture: iStock
I’ve been having the same odd dream recently. It’s a Sunday afternoon and I’m back in my early 30s, before my wife and kids came along. I’m hungover in a strange city, which in fairness does sound like a lot of Sunday afternoons in my early 30s. There is a train to catch, back home I guess, but I have a kind of sleep paralysis and it’s touch and go if I’m going to make it. Most of my dreams involve missing a train, so nothing strange there.
What is strange is the other people in my dream. It’s a collection of all the guys I shared a house with, in the years between college and family life. All of these years have been rolled in together – last week I was in a smoky pub with a 1993 housemate from Carrigaline, who was drinking with an Italian guy I shared with back in 1997. It’s a world away from my Sunday afternoons now, which are all about wellies and do we have ham in for their lunches tomorrow.
