I think I should very much like to be a house husband. I could tinker around the house all day, cleaning up here and there, performing small maintenence tasks, shopping, and making sure that supper was ready when my wife came home. I could do that. I could eat my pride at being the man and wanting to support my family. I enjoy staying at home. I don’t need witty banter with coworkers to feel like I’m being social. I think social interaction is overrated.
I didn’t get much at all accomplished over my vacation, but I did learn that I wouldn’t mind being home most of the time. I’m sure it’s one goal I’ll never reach, though.