Perhaps besides feeling guilty about how much I enjoy my free time, I also envy those who are in the workforce. I've learnt to associate with these accomplishments. Our finances are another possible emotional bog in which my tender male ego may fall if I'm not careful. Our joint account takes care of household bills. And we live simply.
Pocket money flows from the same source.
If my days at home are numbered, I won't protest. I've been at home by choice, not retrenchment. And the view from here has given me more humility than I thought I needed. To put it another way, as long as I have myself to push around, I may become an acceptable househusband one day. All rights reserved.