It was a good thing for many years, and I enjoyed getting to know my children better than most fathers get the chance to do. It was obviously not really necessary once they could get home by themselves, but I enjoyed having a bit of the afternoon to myself, and I was always available as a taxi-service, homework consultant and short-order chef, if needed. But recently it ocurred to me that, as they were now more likely to be coming home at 3 a.m. than 3 p.m., it might be worth reconsidering the arrangement.
Of course, when you earn as much as me, 20% of salary is such a mighty big chunk of the university's budget that it would have been unwise to ask to return to full-time hours; the consequences to various prestigious, capital-intensive building projects and so on could have been devastating! Or so it seemed, when I saw the look of panic in my boss's eyes. So I decided instead to consolidate that 20% of unpaid time into one big chunk, and take one whole day off work every week.
A whole day! From now on, I will have the luxury of an entire Wednesday to do whatever I want, from staying in bed to ... Well, we'll see how it goes. Staying in bed is looking good at the moment.
It's coming along... No hurry...