The Day Daddy Lost His Mind

“How was your day, honey?”

“Ok, traffic is backed up again. Oh, and by the way, I quit my job today.”

Well, ok then. Here we go. We've talked about it for years, the hour commute, the perpetual exhaustion, how he's missing seeing the kids grow up. The unhealthy, overweight, just plain monotony of middle class life. We actually have been doing pretty well, in some respects. We've saved money and drew up house plans to build our dream house. We even started on site work. I get to stay home and homeschool the kids, an invaluable blessing. He makes good money, at a relatively low stress job, in a nice, safe city. We are living the dream, but how come it feels so...unsatisfying. Maybe this is someone else's dream.

We've followed all the rules, got the education, landed the good jobs, took on the mortgage, and it's just not that great. So today, we begin something new. We have a scattering of ideas and skills. Let's see if we can make this into something real. Something that can't get foreclosed on if we miss a payment. Something that only offers 2 weeks PTO, maybe a third after 10 years. Something that isn't a His-Job/Her-Job division, but something that is “what we do”. Or maybe it's a complete failure and we're broke in 6 months. This is either day 1 or ground zero. TBD.