you have got to be kidding me

We come home from work…

YOU -Take off your jeans -> get into your comfy home clothes -> check what’s going on with everyone on facebook -> complain about something -> have a smoke on the balcony -> turn on the tv

ME - Starts to prep dinner (soak, chop, clean, dice) -> does the dishes from yesterday’s dinner -> clean up whatever mess that needs cleaning -> feed the furkids -> THEN I get to sit down and do whatever I want to online.

Yet you are constantly complaining about how tired you are and how stressing work is.

WHAT ABOUT ME?

Like I’m not tired? I come home from work and I still have to ‘work’ at home because you throw your weight around. If I ask you for help, you always give me a face like you’re too tired or your back hurts again.

Like I’m not stressed from work? I work at a magazine with deadlines every single day.

Plus, if I don’t start on prepping dinner and doing up yesterday’s dishes, it’ll take YOU forever even start doing anything AND we’ll end up having dinner at 11 and THEN you’ll complain that you’re having some sort of indigestion because we’re eating late.

Screw it.