The other day I ran a bunch of errands and straightened up our new little place and made dinner and felt very domestic since I am not usually responsible in that sort of way. This conversation followed:
Me: Know what I realized? I am going to make an awesome stay-at-home mom one day.
Andrew: Honey. (Sigh, in a "haven't we talked about this a million times" pattern of gentle frustration). We can't BOTH stay home.