The Man vacuums around me as I recline on the couch. He actively clatters dishes in the sink. He pretends to be searching under MY couch for something that does not exist.
I am immunized to this type of behavior.
I have always felt housework was a complete waste of time unless company is coming or the health department may have reason to investigate.
He glares from his stance far above my couch. I lie there with pen in hand and my little notebook of New Year’s Resolutions and I happily read while I write:
“More Work-Life Balance”
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