Do I work?
The property management’s fix-it guy is here repairing our sink. He had to leave to go get a replacement part, and so I finished up cleaning up the kitchen while he was out. In doing so, I couldn’t help but see the sticky note attached to his work order. The lady managing this rental had written a note and its gist was that I was typically home so he should call me instead of stopping by to get keys. But, the phrase that actually caught my eye as I was cleaning the kitchen, as I admired the vacuum lines running through the whole house, and as I heard the rumble of bed sheets in the dryer was “…she doesn’t work, so…”
And I laughed.
Ha, ha, ha! We get no respect! (except from the most important people – our husbands and children!)
My sister just gave me a bumper sticker that says: “”You don’t work “full time” till you’re a mom.” So true.