Women Were Not Meant to Work This Hard:

This week has been hellacious, to say the least. I don't know what's going on in the world, but people were having emergency GI procedures all week, gumming up an already crazy schedule. I was schitzo woman at work, of course, being fully unprepared to work so hard after being off an entire week. But then I was the walking dead the moment I got home and had a few moments to unwind from the chaos of the day, fully able to sit and pee and eat something (but not all at once, well, maybe)...
The kids were off all week for spring break, and were bored to tears since I took the internet away whilst I was gone at work (do you remember being a kid and being bored? I would get lost in the woods and build a fort, catch frogs, or pull out the cookbooks and whip up something tasty and messy-- we lived in booneyland as kids and had no cable, no VCR, no neighbors, and I was rarely BORED). But of course the moment I got home, everyone was expecting to be fed, entertained, transported... laundry had to be done, meals prepared, library books returned...
It really bites that women these days are expected to be the breadwinners *and* still perform each and every womanly function about the household, as if she had been there all day and *not* cleaning up vomit and poop, dragging beds and patients around and starting IV's for eight hours before coming home. My husband make dinner one night that I refused to (I was deaddog tired, and ready to kill someone after finding all the items of MINE that the dog destroyed while the kids were mired in boredom, so I took a little nap), so instead of making a proper meal, he makes PIZZA. I made homemade enchiladas, stuffed peppers, etc this week, and dude slips by with PIZZA (hey, at least it's not WENDY'S, another guy favorite) and the kids revel in his manly awesomeness while Mom just looks like a slacker. Anyhoo.
Women really got the shaft in this day and age, and I've bought into it hook like and sinker... bummer.