I finally figured this out yesterday…I need a wife. For the past two days, my husband has taken over all the *duties* I usually handle: taking our daughter to get her glasses repaired, going to PetSmart to stock up on pet food, rounding up dinner, taking said daughter to a doctor’s appointment and then to her hour and a half of chorus practice which also demands a half hour drive each way, picking up a prescription at the pharmacy, and being the parent-in-charge when she has a play mate over.
Meanwhile, this has left me free to focus on my work. Wow! Big epiphany here–this is what it’s like for a whole lot of men most of the time. The wife handles all of those time and mind sucking details of day to day life while they focus on their jobs. (Except for Alison, that charmed creature who lives this life–can you tell I’m green? LOL!) Lemme tell you, it’s a beautiful thing. So, I’ve reached the conclusion that I need a wife ’cause I’d willingly relinquish those brain drains, well, except for the rounding up the meal business because I infinitely prefer good food to fast food (and yes, they ARE mutually exclusive) and don’t really mind the preperation–I make a mean Eggs Sardou–but that’s another conversation altogether.
The DH and I are going to have a serious conversation once this book is finished. Wife for a Week. One week on, one week off. I think I’m on to a beautiful thing….
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Jen
