I'm a woman. W-O-M-A-N. I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan, and never let you forget you're a man.
I can multitask. I can work, knit sweaters and socks, edit a book, shop for dinner, fix dinner, take out garbage, take out the dog, feed the dog, do the laundry. Repeat tomorrow. You get the picture.
The Man can work. The Man can come home. "What are you fixing for dinner?"
Me: "Did you take the dog out?"
Man: "It's too cold."
Me: "Then dinner will be delayed since I have to take her out now."
Man (after dinner): "How about those chocolate chip cookies?"
I'm irritated. There' s clearly a disparity in household responsibilities here. He wants credit for taking out boxes of his stuff from behind the sofa, when he has now filled up additional boxes and put them--behind the sofa! Even after the explanation why I'm not baking cookies until boxes are removed, he's back on the sofa. He's too stressed out from work and the cold, he says.
It's a cookie stand off at the Lucky Penny headquarters.