There seems to be a problem with Wives and Significant Others that stay at home understanding the concept of equal share. It’s been my experience that men are expected to work a minimum of 8-hour days and then help out with regular chores such as cleaning the house. For me this would happen on a weekend when, well I really didn’t want to do a fucking thing but relax. Ladies you ask why, because I have already put in at least 40 hours that week, and don’t much feel like doing more. Call me lazy but that’s just the way I roll.
I’m going to try and explain something using simple math. It didn’t work when I tried to explain it to my Ex-wife, but surely one of you got past addition and subtraction while you were in grade school. First off an 8-hour day is most likely an understatement, and does not include travel time. Most of us poor bastards pull more than that or work two jobs to provide every thing that you have. Be it just getting by or having plenty, we provide it. That’s our job, we provide. Your job, if you don’t have one, is to support us in doing ours. That means CLEAN THE FUCKING HOUSE! Hell try to clean and cook, not clean or cook, or non-of the above.
Ladies please hear me and use your minds and not your emotions to respond. I don’t want to rule you or tell you what to do, but don’t you think that you should do right by your man. Why should we provide all that you enjoy and contribute little to nothing? When I work a full day, 12-16 hours in my case don’t ask me when I get home to do something that should already be done because it only takes 3 hours to do. I.E cleaning the house. Did you get that? 3 hours to clean the house. That’s the average time it takes if you stay on top of things. That doesn’t even have to be done every day. You can skip a day or two and just tidy up if needed. We have to work in general every mother fucking day, 8 hours a day, 5 or more fucking days a week. We can’t skip days here and there, and we better not get caught halfassing.
Ladies, you are your own bosses. You get up when you want, start when you want, and usually end when you want. Oh Lord forbid a trip to the Pediatrician or something throws your schedule out of whack, but hey, you can tape that soap opera episode on the VCR can’t you? It’s not like you got a Doctors appointment or something every mother fucking day, 5 or more fucking days a week. Yea, we know that the TV takes up a lot of your time. Oh, and by the way, you don’t have to travel to your job.
Don’t try to tell us that your doing laundry, this, that and the other. Well maybe you will do the laundry from time to time, but I would bet that is because you need clean cloths, and THE MACHINE DOES THEM! You don’t have to go beat wet cloths on a fucking rock so you can knock that one out. You can put them in the machine, set it, and sit that ass down to watch an episode "Non Productive Days of Our Wives." Then when your man gets home he can help you fold the shit. FUCKING AMAZING!!! It’s not like you have to do laundry every mother fucking day, 8 hours a day, 5 or more fucking days a week. But we’ve got to fold the shit when we get home from our jobs? Fuck that, you have enough cloths for a week, then do the laundry once a week. Do the shit on your Saturday or something, since you’ll be fucking off Friday.
Some of you will argue that we should help with the laundry, dishes, house cleaning and all the other shit that you gaffed off through out the week. After all we live there too. Yea that’s right Princess we do live there. We also pay for the place. We provide your food, clothing, shelter, utilities, hygiene, medical and FUCK AROUND MONEY. You have nothing to do but prepare meals, wash cloths, and write a check or two for the bills. These are things that you would do for yourselves if you lived on your own; we just took care of the job part for you. So when you make yourself a meal with food we provide, make a meal for us too. When you wash your cloths that we bought for you, using our water, electricity and soap; put a load of our shit in too please. If your not willing to do that after we provide all that we do, then yes we do ask that you unhinge your jaw like a snake and swallow our cock as if it were a hairless rat from time to time. Excuse us for expecting a little gratitude every now and then.
If you share kids, then share the duties. Hell they are only really needy until they go to school, then you got the house to yourself again. For you Super Soccer Moms who have too much on your plates, I’ll bitch about that later.
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