Ok let’s get real for a minute. This working thing is HARD. It’s not the job. It’s not the managing of a home. It’s not the family. It’s keeping all of those balls in the air.
I come home from work and have to pick what two chores I can manage before falling into bed. I’m sure there are those of you wonder women who do it well. I tried. I failed to live up to my own standards. So like the big girl I am, I threw a temper tantrum. I’m pretty sure I may have used the exact words “it’s not fair.” In typical stubby hubs hunk fashion, he blinked a couple of times and took a long pause. In typical monkey fashion I repeated myself 10 more times to fill that pause. I think the mantra was “I’m so tired.” After he sensed I had worn myself out, he said “what can I do?” And that my friends is how I got out of folding laundry and grocery shopping.
He also brings me coffee in bed.
Don’t hate. I know I don’t deserve him, but you can’t have him. He’s mine. Get your own….honky!