Dear Readers, I don't know where the time goes.... actually, I do: whenever the children are not needing something, I just want to sit and read a book. (All one hour of daylight when this is true. Some of the time, instead, I cook dinner or clean or put in another load of laundry.)
Right now is a point in my life where my work subsidizes my spouse's career.
This is what his life looks like outside of work:
Pack child lunches*; make coffee in morning; take children to school; play with children after work; wash dishes; take out trash; do investments. Mow lawn. Sweep and clean on weekends.
This is what my life looks like outside of (three hours a week, which are now over, of) work:
Get children from school; arrange all childcare; do all grocery shopping; cook all dinners and lunches; feed baby eight times a day; book tradespeople; pay bills; make and execute all medical and dental appointments for everyone but spouse. Wash laundry; remove spiders from house; go to library with children; obtain clothing for all members of family. Car maintenance. All paperwork having to do with everything but work. Bills. Arrange sports and extracurriculars.
(Shortly it will be Summer, No More School, and spouse will get to skip lunches and take-children-to-school, and I'll have them all the time! Except for camp. All hail camp.)
Do you see anything enjoyable on that list? I do not. I dislike all of it. More precisely, I dislike being obligated to do all these things. And yet, it is irrational to push it off onto my spouse. I give it good odds that we will stay married for a long time (barring death, you know) and so it makes sense to put all one's tenure eggs in one basket. In the meantime, I kind of hate it all.
* The big one packs his own lunch but requires some supervision.
Next time I have time: pondering the possibilities of work options. Spoiler: few.