I have exactly ten minutes before I have to package the boys up in mittens and boots, but I had to get down one quick thought.

The notion of homelife and fulfillment came up AGAIN in the blogosphere during the week.

I find it very interesting that so many people who have never watched children at home are such experts on it. I’ve never performed open heart surgery and therefore would never speculate about how much fun it is to pick at someone’s vital organs. But when it comes to raising kids, everybody’s got an opinion.

There were some half hearted attempts to define fulfillment.

The point was made that homelife wasn’t fulfilling, because it puts the individual in a financially risky position. You’re always at the whim of another. Subordination, financially insecure — sounds like adjunct work to me.

I’m sure that part of the problem is that people find fulfillment in different places. Also, a lot has to do with attitude.