Must stop being so efficient
I’ve decided that those Victorian women who took to the couch in faints were on to something. No one in my family thinks it at all noteworthy (or helpworthy) that today I’ve cleaned the whole house, washed and folded three loads of laundry, gone grocery shopping, cooked dinner for four, carpooled the kids into the City, and have worked on (and will work until the wee hours on) an emergency brief for a client that’s due tomorrow morning. The problem with being a strong horse is that people keep loading you up.
