So my wife has a friend visiting from out of town. A really long-time friend of hers that predates me. She’s been really good to us. Gifts, meals, taking care of our daughter when she’s sick so both of us can go to work. Just an all-around good person. So I have no problem putting her up in our house for a weekend and letting her and my wife go do things while I hold down the fort and take care of the kid.
Today, I cooked everybody breakfast, washed, folded, and put away every piece of clothing in our house, and every single dish we’ve used all week, took out the trash, vacuumed the upstairs (the downstairs will have to wait since the kid is napping), made myself and our daughter some lunch, read her like 50 books, and put her down for a nap. I just finished prepping for dinner, so it just has to go in the oven while I make a vegetable. Now I’m bored off of my ass. All of this traditionally woman’s work doing “the hardest job in the world” has taken me under three hours.
When the kid wakes up, we’re going to finish vacuuming, and I guess go to the neighborhood pool or something, because I have nothing else to do with the day until dinner time.
I’m almost starting to wish I had been born a woman.
Okay, not really.