Growing up, my dad would grab a quick breakfast with us before vanishing into the workforce. He'd resurface after 6pm, visibly depleted. The highlight reel of my childhood memories: throwing a ball around the backyard, some genuinely fantastic family dinners, and the times he watched me lose tennis matches and delivered his verdict —  “you're just not good enough.”  Ouch. There's this eternal tug-of-war dads face between time and money. And I'll make a controversial claim: dad guilt is actually  worse  than mom guilt . Stay-at-home moms don't lie awake wondering if their kids are being neglected, because they're right there, not neglecting them. Working moms, however, carry a heavier burden of guilt, given that nothing in human experience quite matches literally creating life. But I'm a dad, so I'll just write from my perspective. Before we go further, let's establish which kind of dad you are. Because this post is not for everyone equally.…