I realized today that my husband is a better housewife than I am.
I had to drive 45 minutes to the doctor for my annual poke n’ prod (and not the good kind, either). I spent an hour in Walmart battling the crowds of coyotes and cows, then picked up a few things for my husband. All told, I was gone for 4.5 hours.
He did three loads of laundry, did the dishes, and scrubbed the dishrack.
I’m not saying I don’t do anything, but that’s impressive for someone who’s not responsible for those things.
On top of this, I just turned on the faucet and shot water all over the kitchen (my bad, shouldn’t have left that tiny bowl in the sink) and accidentally put a plastic-handled knife in the oven.
Good thing I’m good at other stuff, eh? Like… Um… Gimme a minute.
In the meantime, Amy Snow!