@NaturallyMe Making dinner! Hoo boy! What I would give to have a personal chef. Every night, just home from work and picking up the kids and I have to figure out what to do, and sometimes the ingredients are just so uninspiring. It’s not like I can make something that takes more than half an hour, so it’s always stir fries, or maybe grilling something.
But it’s the psychic energy—the dread of knowing I can’t sit down when I am so tired, and all I want to do is lie on the couch until someone calls me for dinner. Instead I have to think and try to be inspired and then execute, which usually means cooking at least three things at once.
If I had time, I could plan ahead, and even cook things ahead of time, or even marinate the chicken for five or six hours, instead of the fifteen minutes it usually gets. Or make a casserole. Or read a cook book and buy special ingredients.
However, my wife works just as hard as I do, and she has all the laundry and shopping for the kids to take care of. She takes care of the administrative work related to schools and summer camp…. well, mostly. She gets the vapors sometimes, and I do that work, too. Not to mention food shopping and gardening and rat trapping and cleaning out the basement…
Yeah. A wife. The kind of wife who is a “home maker.” Who brings you a martini when you walk in the door, and the kids have already been picked up. Who takes the kids to karate and piano lessons and dance lessons on weekends. Who plan little outings for us on Sundays.
Sigh. Makes me think. Maybe we should have triples as marriages. It’s too much for couples, isn’t it?