When I left for work this morning, the house was a mess. My Darling Wife called and said she was feeling down because it was tough to look at.
When I got home, she felt bad because she hadn't cooked supper. "All" she had managed to do was clean two kids' bedrooms, supervise two kids' school days, feed the baby, entertain the older baby, put away a HUGE pile of laundry, clean the living room, and clean the dining room. But no supper. I walked into the kitchen and found remnants of a home-cooked breakfast AND a home-cooked lunch.
I think I'll let the lack of supper slide. Just this once. You should be so lucky to have a wife like I've got.
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