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A typical day at our house begins at 6 a.m., when I grab my laptop from my bedside table and begin my work for Slate without getting dressed, or even out of bed. (I kept up my East Coast, 95 schedule after I moved to California, but I won't claim to have done so with much grace.) When it was just the two of us, my wife's breakfast and morning routine often got in the way of my early-morning productivity. I'd feel obliged to keep her company at breakfast, chat about our plans for the day, and help her find her missing shoe (under the blanket, dear, on the floor by the couch). Nowadays Cassie and her girlfriend, Mandy, get up at about 7. Mandy makes breakfast. She and Cassie feed and walk our dogs, plan their days, and commute together to their respective workplaces. I get a plate of bacon and eggs brought into the bedroom as I work.
what a pathetic, lazy, worthless SOB. Pretty soon, his wife will realize what an unhelpful drain he is and phase him out of her life.
EDIT: "hey, I'm not lazy, I put the trash out
when they forget to do it"Quote:
Lest I sound like a leech, I'll add that having one of the three of us working from home has benefits for Mandy and Cassie as well. When we inevitably forget which day is trash day, I'm there to do a last-minute dash for the curb. I'm around to let a worker in to do repairs or receive a package, and often I've got extra time in the afternoon to take a dog to the vet or make a trip to the store.