* sigh *
And just like that, my two week paternity leave is over. Here I am, back forging helms and pulling Uruks out of the mud in the bowels of Barad-dur.
I can't say it was exactly as I imagined my time off, as I spent a good portion of last week "running interference" as a result of Lucy being home with the chicken pox. Nevertheless, what I have said before (and will undoubtedly say again) rings as true as ever: that could get to be a lifestyle. Not going to work. Holy crap. The dream of everyman, right? To spend my days and nights as I please.
But, alas, we had a "farewell to family togetherness" dine-out last night. I toasted to Rose. Sharon toasted to "big sisters," and Lucy (in an amazing exact repeat of her toast of a year ago), toasted "to London," with a followup toast "to monkeys."
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Well, sounds like 'living the dream' for you could be something altogether different. Although, frankly (despite the roof, the tree and the toilet), you are kind of living the dream right now. It's just mine, in many ways.
(By that I mean, owning a house and raising a couple of children.)
On this end, we've been discussing getting on the 'child train'; ironically, we were watching Mad TV at the time, and this bit came on:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rmdO49gIJg
Interesting, but given the development of civilization, the idea of not going to work is a recent one. In the not too distant past, not going to work probably meant not eating. And I wonder what it would be like over an extended period of time. For those times where I've taken time off and been home it feels much like an extended 'punt', but I wonder what it would feel like over a month or two.
Stephen: Touche. Indeed, I have a dream family. I tend to be a big "grass is greener" type of guy, but I've got it pretty damned good, overall. From an objective frame of mind, I can see definite advantages to being childless (and woman-less!), while never actually wanting my own situation to be anything other than it is. The truth of the matter is, as soon as you have a kid (or two), you suddenly can't remember your life from before. You may occasionally say, "What the hell? Why didn't I used to accomplish a lot more with all that free time?" But your entire universe is now in balance because of the kids. It all makes sense. Sort of like getting married, actually.
PMix: I can say without hesitation and with all the confidence in the world: it would ROCK over an extended period of time. Jesus, man! What's wrong with you? How can you even question that???
Wondering about it doesn't exactly mean I'm against it - I do think it would take some getting used to.
Shit, man, not me. Every time I've slid into somewhat extended time away from work, it's like I'm "coming home again."
What's tough is going to work every damned day. The only form of "getting used to it" I've achieved 13 years out of college is, I guess, an advanced case of Learned Helplessness.
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