Staying at home is for the birds.
As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night, she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question — “Is this all?”
-Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique
I know that right now is atypical in what I could expect as a stay at home dad… But with that being said I kinda have the feeling that it wouldn’t be that bad from the amount of work required. Housework usually is done by about noon. Toss in an extra hour or two for the yard work. The mental and emotional bit is a bit daunting but that is what play groups are for. So while it is a bit isolating and daytime TV is horrible this isn’t the hell that Betty Friedan made it out to be. It’s work, but no more challenging than my regular job. Has society come far enough to make Betty’s original concerns moot or since I have a penis I can’t begin to understand the burden that housewives carry?