My mother used to mutter āI want a WIFEā angrily from time to time.
Later, after my parents split up and my momās bffās spouse died, momās bff moved in. Mom would come home from work and the house would be clean! Dinner would be ready! Laundry done! Homework checked!
She called me up, delighted, a few weeks into it. āI was right! I DID want a wife!ā
i remember the blissful 14 months when me and my friend shared a nanny, and coming back into the living room to find she had spontaneously tidied up the extreme chaos. That must be what itās like, being a man, that you can just walk away from some mess to get ready for work, and when you come back somebody else has dealt with it without any physical or mental effort from you.Ā
My mom got a scarf for her dog to make him ālook coolā and I genuinely donāt understand how this is supposed to look cool šš He looks like heās going to the market to sell radishes
