thursday
is not my favorite day, really. it is daddy day, and they usually do something fun, like go to the zoo, and on my days home, i usually do housework. cooking. cleaning.
part of me is resentful about this and part of me can only blame myself. tonight, when i am tired and going to the grocery store after work, i will wear my ipod to make it less irritating. it is not cool that this time is part of what i consider “mine”.
the perceived inequality in the chore load isn’t my imagination, but i say “perceived” because i know my husband just doesn’t see it.
the chore chart will be my project on saturday after work.
