We spent a day with some of DH's friends recently and ever since he's been making wistful comments about how he's 'sorry he doesn't command the sort of wages to give us that kind of life'. Including 'I wish I could afford to give you the choice to be SAHM', (I'm part time, I love my work). 'That house is amazing isn't it?' (subtext - we live in a tiny rented flat).
But I came away from the day with a totally different perspective. Their DC were totally spoilt and had a 1950s vision of life eg not letting my DS play with the toy washing machine 'because you're a boy, so you're the daddy and daddys can't do the washing'. (My DS loves doing the laundry - its his favourite game - so he was really upset at being pulled away from it all the time). They had FAR too many toys and spent all their time listing things they owned/pestering for more 'stuff'. It was their only conversation (they were 3 & 5). If anything I came away feeling grateful for our life, even if we don't have much money, it showed me that money isn't always the most helpful thing for raising kids. But DH seems to have come away feeling differently. Not sure how to reassure him now - I've tried telling him repeated that I don't WANT to be a ft SAHM (just as well!) and that while we'd love a bigger place, I don't want to be surrounded by every consumer durable/toy/white good on the market, it wouldn't make me any happier than I am when we walk to the park for a picnic. DH seems genuinely sad about it, as if he's failed us. I don't get it and I think I'm saying all the wrong things...