Providing for my family is harder than it looks. While it’s important, and honorable, and somewhat rewarding, it sucks. I am a husband, and father, and providing for them bites the big one. It is important because I want my family to be able to eat. It is honorable because it is the right thing to do, the manly, macho thing to do. It is rewarding in that my kids have their mother at home. But it sucks, because I am missing their lives.
I did the math. I spend a minimum of 50 hours a week at work, leaving the house at 7:30 and returning at 5:30 at the earliest. My kids go to sleep at 7:30, so I get all of two hours a night with them. My wife and I don’t make it too much longer so maybe I get two hours alone with my wife a night. Add the 10 hours on the weekend that my kids are awake and I get a grand total of 40 hours a week with my kids and insignificant 14 hours a week along with my wife. I call B.S. on the whole thing.
I miss out on all this time with my family and my wife, and what do I get? Stress because I work on commission, and at a start-up, so I don’t have any guarantee of what my next pay check will look like. I get stress from wondering if this little start-up is going to make it. I get stress from wondering how I got into this line of business in the first place, and wonder whether or not I should run and start a career in something safer, with actual raises, and good benefits. All I want is a little extra time with my wife and kids, and a lot less stress, is that too much to ask, apparently so.











