Organisation

You know its hard working every day when the kids are at school. It means you never get much done when they're home. Plus now they have a gym thing and want to go every night. They can only be in there from 2-5 so by the time we go straight from school there isn't much time for housework and cooking.
I have a day off today! Seems like I haven't had a day to myself for ages, what with my weekend away.
So I go shopping and as usual pick up all the bargains and spend too much then get home to find the freezer already jam packed with stuff from last week.
Marie came around. She likes my new toy from Ann Summers. One of the girls we went away with the weekend has decided to split from her husband. I can't understand it. She went on all weekend about how much she loved him and what a good shag he was. What else do you need?
The problem is they're both working full time and, as happens in a lot of relationships, the man comes home from work and chills and the woman has to do everything. It's called conditioning and I blame their parents. Still in today's society we see the menial tasks like washing, cooking to be woman's work. Rarely have I ever met a couple where the balance is just right. Infact I know some couples where the man does too much.
Now it's different if the woman (or man) doesn't work, then although stuff should still be shared I believe if your living off your partners money you should do some regular tasks around the house.
I've never not worked. 6 weeks after having Abby and after a Caesarian Section I went back to work full time.
I don't think I could stay at home. It's not possible. I'd wilt and die. I need to get out and see other people. It makes me the person I am. Though don't you ever doubt that I've looked enviously at friends who don't have to work and just do coffee and yoga and shop.
The worse is always at Christmas. Don't forget that as a nurse I HAVE to work all the holidays. Both me and Marie always remember one Christmas when a close friend of ours (who is no longer my friend she dumped me like some rubbish) who doesn't work and seemed to have masses of money. She was moaning that she didn't want her father-in-law for Christmas dinner. She didn't like him. He got on her nerves. She went on and on. Christmas Day when I drove to work and left my small Children with their grandparents I thought of her, tucked up in her cosy decorated house. Glass of wine, food, TV on and was so green with envy. Funny that year Marie said exactly the same thing (she's a nurse too).
What I'd give for some handsome man do come do my ironing. I'd have to watch of course ;) ahh dreams.