Takeoff and landing: An airline pilot becomes a stay-at-home Dad.

This is my first entry on my second attempt at blogging. If the third time's the charm, then this is a pointless waste of time. But time is what I have and writing is what I do, so let's just press on and see what we come up with. Off we go then!

As of eight days ago, I am a former major airline pilot and currently a full-time, stay-at-home Dad. My (former) airline gave me the chance to either be one of the most junior pilots on the property, or be furloughed (read "laid off"). When first notified of being let go, I was relieved because it's really quite hard to willingly give up a (close to) $100 grand per year job.

I say "relieved" because I had realized that being home to raise my two daughters was exactly what I had been waiting, hoping and praying about for almost two years. And now my chance had come. When the company called to tell me that there were enough volunteers to allow me to stay employed & flying, I literally said, "But I wanna leave!" And so I pretty much got the choice whether to stay or not. I was one of the lucky ones.

How can I be so lucky losing out on a nearly six-figure income you ask? And WILLINGLY?!? Am I crazy? Did I mention my wife is a doctor? A psychologist to be exact. And you'd have to ask her about my mental stability or lack thereof. She'd tell you.

So now, here I am at home with a sugar momma and two blonde princesses aged 10 and 3.

I have the world and a keyboard at my fingertips as I prayerfully consider what my future entails. I have some ideas, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. Right now it's time to get dinner started.

I'll c u tomorrow.

The Grounded House Spouse