The one who does the laundry. And the dishes. And the picking up and cleaning. And making the lunches. And the dinners. And the meal plan and the grocery list. And buying the food. And paying the bills. And fixing the broken things. And feeding the pets. And helping the kid homework. And the comforting on bad days. And listening to the violin practice. And chauffeuring. And making sure all the shit gets where it needs to go each day. And managing the calendar. And drinking the wine.
Fuck all this shit.
I have a huge conference for work next week and I’m being pulled in a million different directions. Somehow I’m a ‘hub’ there too. I’m sick of it.
Everyone, go fuck yourselves. I have a lot of nothing to do right now. Which includes ordering in and instructing my husband to bring home wine.
Right after I get my pjs on.