My wife and I are speeding through season 2 of Mad Men, so we can catch up to the episodes of season 3 we have on our DVR. Firstly, phenomenal show. Seriously. If you’re like me and are actually turned off by people raving about how good a show is, stop it. I mean it. Watch the show. Now. Secondly, it takes place during my favorite time in American history… aside from the Salem Witch Trials of the late-1600s… and 1974, a year that gave us the resignation of President Nixon, The Ramones, Stephen King’s Carrie and the UPC code.

In the early-1960s, youthful individualism was a fresh idea, companies designed products to look like art, everybody smoked and drinking on the job was not only allowed, it was expected. Men and women looked sharp, all the cars had fins and airline travel was more like a luxury cruise than a stay at Gitmo.

I used to joke with my wife that I wanted to come home from work and see her vacuuming in high heels with my cocktail all ready for me… Well, I say “I used to joke,” but I was kind of serious and she never thought it was that funny.

Now, I work from home and take care of the kids. I make dinner, do the shopping and clean when I can. Aside from the lack of high heels, I am that 1960s housewife. I actually talked with my wife about signing up the boys for a “Mommy & Me” class where I would be the fill-in “Mommy.”

I’m not complaining. Most fathers don’t get to spend as much time with their children as I do with mine. I’m incredibly lucky. Still, I wouldn’t mind Don Draper’s corner office.