I guess I am officially a house wife.
Why does this annoy me as much as it thrills me? It really does. I hate that I love the sight of laundry hanging on the line. It seems like it should be oppressive… degrading… at the very least, unfair that I’m doing laundry while my hubby finds fulfillment at work… changing patient’s lives, chatting with his lovely office staff, getting to be the boss of something larger then the chores. And most chores are like that. My husband comes home in the afternoon and we talk about our day… his seems so fulfilling, helping patients towards health, while I’ve …
