What I Wish I'd Known at 40 (Written at 44)
This is the post I would have wanted to read. I hope someone finds it when they need it.
The honest answer is that I kept looking for this blog and it didn't exist. So here we are.
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Making friends as an adult is genuinely hard. Making dad friends as an introverted 44-year-old is like trying to install software on a machine that doesn't know it needs it.
The leaflets at the fertility clinic were extremely informative and also extremely terrifying.
Dad's hip. Mum's memory. Ellie's school application. Sam's ears. It is a lot of plates.
We cracked Ellie's sleep at 18 months. Sam is 2 and appears to be nocturnal.
I have been writing software since before my daughter was a concept. She still can't understand why the TV doesn't respond when she talks to it.
Claire and I are fine. What I mean by "fine" has changed completely.
The other dads are 31. I remember being 31. I was an idiot.
She was four. She meant it as a practical question. I did not take it practically.
I had twenty years to prepare financially. I still wasn't prepared.