I work all day taking care of my three kids. Maybe I bake some cookies. I slave away to put a hot dinner on the table every evening before my spouse gets home. Then I get the kids to bed. Finally, exhausted, I get some time to relax. How do I relax? I rummage through the freezer for my stash of chocolate covered ice cream bars, grab a blanket and get comfortable in front of the TV to watch my soap (Entourage).
Holy fuck. I've become a 1950s housewife.
Have a good night. I'm off to dream about that new Dyson I so desperately want.