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A Revelation

After eight years of marriage, my husband is finally realizing I'm a shit housewife.  I've been telling him for years that I never signed up for being a housewife.  Don't get me wrong, I keep a clean house and when I cook, I cook damned good, but being a housewife was never something I ever wanted to be.  I never learned to iron (not well anyway), I do the laundry, but tend to forget to take it from the bottom floor to the 3rd floor where the bedrooms are.  My husband often runs out of underwear and has to go downstairs commando to get them.  I am constantly telling him, 'If you see that you're running short, tell me and I'll make sure you have some or here's a novel idea, go do it yourself.  You are a grown man.'  I say this tongue in cheek of course.  Which is usually followed by a smile and a reply like, 'It's a good thing you're good in bed.'  I always  tell him, 'I know Babe, I definitely know my strengths and I think you'd prefer it this way than always having clean underwear when you want them.'
Tonight he came home and asked me what we were having for dinner.  I was bringing my son his dinner at the time (my son eats dinner early so he doesn't have to go hungry waiting for his dad to get home from work).  I told my husband, 'I don't know, I've been busy all day and haven't given it a thought.'  He responded teasingly with, 'You're useless.'  to which I replied, 'You really need to lower your expectations.  If I'm busy, we're ordering in.  It's been eight years, I'm a shit housewife.  Stop trying to change me.'  He laughed and nodded thoughtfully.  I think it's finally dawned on him that this is as good as it gets.
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