I have the utmost respect for stay-at-home parents, both mothers and fathers. It’s an incredibly difficult (and mostly thankless) job. You rarely get a break, and the ramifications of failing are pretty severe.
With all that being said, I would love to take the job. It would be great to spend all day with the kids. I would be able to help out with their schools and basically enjoy my day a bit more. While I know it wouldn’t be all ponies and rainbows, I’m pretty sure that I would enjoy it. I love what I do, but if I were given the choice, I would rather stay home with my family. Of course, barring a winning lottery ticket (which I never buy), there is no chance that this will happen until the kids are old enough to take care of themselves anyway. I guy can certainly dream though.
If it did become a reality, however, there is one thing that I would certainly miss: being greeted at the door. There’s nothing better than walking through the front door after a long day, hearing the cries of “DADDY!” throughout the house, and then hearing the footsteps coming your way. They round corners at a full run with a big smile on their face and their arms already spread wide for a hug. They jump on me before I even have the chance to put my bag down or kick off my shoes. I become swamped in about 70 pounds of pure joy. They were probably demons most of the day, and they’ll probably hate me in about 20 minutes, but for that one minute, their only feeling is how happy they are to see me. That’s a nice little bit of awesome.
I’m sure that this will eventually end as they get older and become too cool to greet their dad at the door, but that’s ok. That will be when it’s time for me to go find them instead. If they won’t come to the door, I’ll bring the door to them.