That's the same way my pop thought.
My mom was a very smart woman, and she never worked when I was growing up (she died, though, when she was only 41-—when I was 12). My dad had his own store at the time, and she’d go in and help do things....actually started having sewing classes for women, maybe a couple times a week when I got older. I’m glad, though, my mom was home when I got home from school....I’d go looking for her if she wasn’t in the house...usually, she’d be finishing up playing mah jong at the clubhouse in the community where we lived, so I’d watch her play that for a bit before she came home....in some ways, it was idyllic, imho.