In a recent argument, my husband hurtled that time honored challenge to stay-at-home-moms everywhere. "Get a job!" he yowled. I yowled back, "I can't. I don't have time. I have seven jobs already!! THAT I DON'T GET PAID FOR!!" I'm the biggest socialist I know. So, I've decided to chronicle the jobs I am not paid for.
Why would I go to work? Do I look delusional?
JOB # 1: Raccoon Garbage Clean Up Team Captain. I have special gloves that I use. They are pink.
JOB #2: Poop Scoop Coordinator. It was my husband's turn. This was as far as he got. No worries, Babe. I'm on it.
