They call me "Mr. Mom".

The War Department and I recently came to the conclusion that my job won't pay enough for our family without regular overtime. Since you should NEVER count on overtime pay to get you by it was a choice of the following:
1) I get a better paying job. Difficult to do as I've an "interesting" work history (one year I went through five different full time jobs). Some people can't keep their big mouths shut and I'm one of them. One former classmate opined a man who put 22 years in the Navy shouldn't have that problem. Hey, it is what it is.
2) I get a part time job to supplement the income. Tried numerous applications at various locations, no luck. Maybe I'm too old (55), too qualified, too something or other. Who knows?
3) The WD gets part time work. Kind of difficult as she's already a full time mother and THAT is definetly more than a 40 hour a week vocation.
4) The WD and I do a role reversal, I become a happy homemaker and she brings home the bacon.

We've settled on #4. She starts in two weeks, making 150% of what I do. Seems that college education is finally going to prove it's worth. To tell the truth, after my daily bitching about the housework for ten years it probably falls under the heading of poetic justice.

Doing housework won't be as onerous for me as it might for others. I'm a fair cook and since the age of ten have been no stranger to household chores. "It's women's work" wasn't a viable excuse for yours truly. Actually that's helped out over the years, I'm one man who doesn't need a mother figure in his life. Kind of put a kink in the love life at times, some women won't go near a man who can outdo them on the home front. But that's another story.

So on the 7th I'll give my boss two weeks notice and we'll see how the chips fall after that.

Excuse me, gotta go shop for an apron.