Take for example this morning. I took little A to church, just the two of us like ALWAYS, giving him the entire morning to get the things he needs to done. Like, mow the lawn. Or perhaps install the flat screen TV lock? Maybe even take over some of the things I don't have time to do lately, like fold the laundry that's been in the dryer for two days or vacuum the downstairs with the fancy new vacuum? No?
Instead I come home to an unshowered man playing Halo and refreshing ESPN.com.
Don't think you're not replaceable, mister.
I wish I could just sit around like a lazy bum and yet have an immaculate house, home-cooked meals, a happy, well-rounded, active baby, and so on.
I feel a strike coming on.
*For those visiting from Sunday Strolling, I hereby promise that I do not usually spend entire posts complaining. Just today.*
