And working hard, too.
Victoria Beckham has an acting gig on "Ugly Betty," and a book due out in November titled "That Extra Half an Inch: Hair, Heels and Everything in Between." She's not done because, after that, Posh Spice will join the other Spice Girls for their reunion tour.
Her husband, meanwhile, will likely be taking the rest of the year off. Which isn't all that bad because that will free him up to spend time with the kids and visit with neighbors like Tom and Katie.
Unfortunately, it won't do much to save American soccer.
That, of course, was what Beckham was supposed to do when he was lured over the pond by promises of up to $250 million to play for the LA Galaxy. He was going to make it cool for the rich and famous to be seen at games, sell enough jerseys to outfit the city of Los Angeles, and turn Major League Soccer into must-see TV.
The hype was incredible, even in a city built on hype.
Helicopters charted his progress on the freeway to his first practice, ESPN ran a three-hour pregame show for his debut, and the paparazzi deserted Paris Hilton to train their cameras on him.
Inevitably, though, both Beckham and his wife couldn't live up to the very expectations they created.
The first sign of trouble was when Beckham couldn't practice at his first workout with his new teammates because of an injured left ankle. The second came when almost no one with a functioning remote control watched the hour-long network television special chronicling his wife's move to the United States.
It didn't get much better from then on. Beckham toured the country with the Galaxy, watching most of the action from the bench, while playing just 310 minutes in six of 12 possible games.
The highlight was a game at Giants Stadium that drew 66,237 fans, but even the least learned fans there must have realized that 5-4 games are usually not indicative of soccer at its highest level.
Now Beckham is injured again. He's out for at least six weeks, but no bookie in Las Vegas would take a wager that he'll be back to play in the final few games of the season for the Galaxy.
So what does this mean to the future of soccer in the United States?
Not a lot, really.
I wrote at the time the Beckhams first crossed the pond to make their American debut that no one man could resurrect soccer in the United States even if he could bend it like Beckham.
My problem was mainly with the hype over the whole Beckham thing, hype that no one player could ever live up to.
Beckham might lure the Cruises to every home game, but the job of selling soccer to Americans should have been undertaken with a bit more decorum.
We're not so stupid that we have to have it banged into our head that we ought to watch soccer because it's the in thing to do and, hey, we might even see a celebrity. We can figure out by ourselves what we like, understanding at the same time that we don't have to like it simply because ESPN is shoving it down our throats.
Yes, Beckham sold some tickets and generated a brief flurry of interest in a fringe league. But so far the player billed as the savior of the sport in this country has been little more than a novelty act.
The only good news is that it looks like his wife has found steady work.
