Yesterday as I was heading out the door to pick up some lunch, my son called out, "Why does Mommy always have to do all the work?"
Fuck, yeah, kid! Why is that?
Let's all just ignore for a moment that my husband does more before 9 a.m. than I do all day. Let's ignore his trips to the dump, manual labor, lawn mowing and multiple frustrating fix-its around the house.
Ignore it! Ignore it!
In the eyes of my kid, I do all the work.
And kids always tell the truth, right?
(There's a cookie in the cupboard just for you, Buddy.)
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