For the first three years of our marriage I worked full time, one of those years I even worked a second job. Then for the next seventeen years I stayed home, to raise the girls, to be the perfect step-ford wife. I loved those years! As the college years for the girls were creeping forward going back to work seemed like the necessary thing to do. So I got a part time job. Then the natural evolution was to progress to full-time. This is were we are at, today at least...
Stretched out in his "command central" recliner chair
King Ralph: I need clean underwear.
Keeper: So do I.
KR: I need my new pants ironed, they're all balled up in that bag.
Keeper: I need my shirt ironed.
15 minutes later as King Ralph mulls around in the kitchen
KR: Hey, why don't you make us tuna salad for lunch.
Keeper: I'll do that after I secure you clean undies and a pressed pants. (said in a sassy tone)
Okay so here is the point where I lost a gasket. Seriously why do men think they are helpless? If women find they have no more fresh panties in their drawer they do their own laundry. Men. Not a chance. I think they would do a repeat wear of crap stained undies before they attempted to work the washer. Iron? What's an iron? Lunch? Starving is certainly an option.
Then King Ralph says, how 'bout if I throw a needed hair cut in while I am at it.
Eeeeerrrrr!
I think it's time to teach the old dog a few new tricks.
2 comments:
I'm not complaining. Joe is good at this stuff. In fact, he does the grocery shopping and makes dinner every night. He lived alone for some time--I wonder if that had something to do with it? If he needed clean clothes--he had to do his own laundry.
So, is he suggesting that you quit your job and stay home to do all that??? ;)
Lin- My guy lived in another state for five years, without a family member in sight so....
I think I might have confused him when he came home from work once and I was vacuuming in a dress, high heels and with a strand of pearls around my neck.
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