Football season has begun. Does anyone else feel like they’ve become a single mom (a.k.a., “football wife”)? Or is it just me? Cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids, cleaning, taking care of the kids, laundry, cleaning, taking care of the kids… All while the hubby sits on the couch.
Whether or not you do feel like I do, I’m sure many of you can relate to this:
There’s really no point in talking to a guy while they’re watching the game. Especially if they’re involved in Fantasy Football.
On the bright side, at least I get a little peace and quiet to myself on Sunday nights, once the kids have gone to bed.
**P.S. The hubby isn’t really that bad. He does help out with the dishes. Even if it’s just leaving them in the sink to “soak”.