Yesterday it happened. I had the meltdown. For some reason, having the name "Mom" means that when everyone is home, you are the person that does ALL.THE.DISHES, and ALL.THE.CLEANING. And, oh we're in a pandemic, so that means disinfecting every piece of everything that comes in the house, whether that be the mail or the groceries.
Fast forward to today, and our dinner conversation was all around what all the men in the house were going to do differently to pull their weight. No son of mine is going to grow up thinking that their life partner's job was to cook and clean while they went about their business during the day. Once I said the "mom gravy train has disembarked" after dinner, rooms were cleaned, the dishwasher was unloaded and the family room was vacuumed. Now, to enforce this habit is 100% on me.
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