Hi. I was so looking forward to my lunch today. I'd bought a loaf from the local baker and some lovely ham from the best deli' in town. Only to come home and find the fridge utterly butterless , great, a casualty of that shopping trip. I was less than impressed to say the least. Once again, supermarket here i come. Eventually I did enjoy my late lunch. If only my wife enjoyed her food, life would be a lot easier. She threatened to go off cheese yesterday but thankfully she's back on it today. I noted Philbo's line about finding freshly ironed laundry waiting to be washed, I totally get that. It happens often to me too. I've reduced the stress of that by not actually doing any ironing. It doesn't feel quite so bad now when I find clean washing back in the machine. I've also stopped worrying about Monday morning now, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Al.
I wonder if we women make for a more trying PWD than most men, on the basis that most of us have taken prime responsibility for domestic tasks, andd tend to try to continue to do so?
My OH never did a great deal of domestic chores when well, but that has somewwhat ironically now become a positive!