I don’t care what anyone says, that’s a job.
Mrs E got hired at a nursing home a little while back for a full-time nursing position, so all the household chores and stuff moved over to my plate. So far, I’ve done these things in the last 8 hours:
- Changed and cleaned the litterbox and the poop closet (as opposed to routine scooping)
- Did 3 loads of laundry
- Did 2 loads of dishes
- Cooked gravy steaks, rice, and corn for our supper tonight without setting off smoke alarms
- Did some more work for Chez Ebbles between these chores
Yesterday, I vacuumed the place and squared away the living room, then cut the housekeeping short to run errands with Mrs E. Tomorrow I’ve got another large chunk to cross off my to-do list.
That’s nothing to a real housewife. They take care of kids, they go grocery shopping, run errands, clean up after everybody else, and they cook 3 meals a day as opposed to 1. Day in and day out. And they don’t even get paid for it. I’m not a stranger to this, but the last time I was the Strangely Masculine Housewife of the family was…yeah, 2002. I’d forgotten what a job it was.
So, this post is for all of you full-time housewives and househusbands out there. In case anyone hasn’t told you this lately, thanks for keeping households all over the world running smoothly.
Now I gotta go get out of this French maid outfit. Fishnets chafe.