Sometimes you gotta be iron and sometimes you just gotta flow. The last few days I’ve been the kid Daddy while my ever-loving wife was back taking care of a family thing. This is not a new thing for me. I was a SAHD for some years and I found it exciting, fun, and a learning thing. But I also had this desire to get back to working. The staying at home thing is work. Never let it be said that someone that stays at home just rumbles through the soap operas, daytime TV, reality shows on a rerun circuit. Nope. Its more like home support. Mopping, vacuuming, washing and drying clothes that kids seem to get dirty by staring at them, doing my wife’s Nursing uniforms while she was doing two jobs because there was no one job for me. It was tough those years but I knew some corner had been traveled when my daughter would run to me complaining. I was the SAHD and I knew it. I had the authority. I could rumble and tumble, make up how the kids were to behave, build sets of rules. It was all okay but I started wanting to get back into some semblence of a work force.
Back before doing archeology, I just roamed and was a hermit, a traveler, a scientist, a stranger even at home. That was an interesting life though and many time I gaze at the Hayward Hills and remember other hills and valleys, forests and deserts.
These last few days this was all brought back to me. I could not go to work and I missed it. I had email and IRC and the phone; but I missed the office. Last year this time, I worked at home all the time and I had an issue trying to carve the time out to actually get things done. I was there so I did things for the family but I often stayed up until 2 or 3am because I worked with folks in India and their day started at other times.
There is no main message to this blogpost I would gather. I just read it over again and I have not made a point other than a jumble of ideas about time and space. But that’s okay. Because sometimes you just flow and sometimes you are iron.
