“No wife of mine will ever have to work outside the home if she doesn’t want to.” I uttered that cocky, naïve declaration five years before meeting my wife and 11 years before getting married. Cold, hard reality forced us both to bring in paychecks and juggle household duties. (Well, we weren’t always home. Sometimes we spied on the rich folks as they enjoyed the decadence of ramen noodles and m…