This is inspired by that thread where members' wives were involving themselves, or not, in whether he buys a 4K tv.
The way I see it, we fellas are the ones doing the hard mental graft, taking risks, putting in efforts well above and beyond, while the wives potter around in either no job or 'play' jobs, not really concerned about whether they lose their £1500 take home per month as it's just a snip to what we make.
When you think about it, wouldn't it be easier to let the Mrs stress out over delivery deadlines for the datacentre migrations, building reporting platforms, etc, while we dump the kids off to school at 8.30, come home, chuck a few bits of meat/veg into a slow-cook pot, do a 20 minute tidy up of the house, nip back out at 9.30, loaf around Caffe' Nero talking crap until 3pm, run the kids back home, bung them some tea/biscuits, go yap on Mumsnet's 'For Stay-At-Home-Dads' sub-forum from 3.30-7.30, start dishing up, give the Mrs a peck on the cheek and a glass of Riesling as she shuffles back in the door, chow down, march the kids off to bed, and sit and watch CSI while the Mrs goes through the bills?, then off to bed for a midnight shag??
You see, their lives of ease are made possible by OUR money. Which makes us the unluckier partners by a country mile.
Unless - any of you lucky enough a mofo to have a Mrs who outearns you??
The way I see it, we fellas are the ones doing the hard mental graft, taking risks, putting in efforts well above and beyond, while the wives potter around in either no job or 'play' jobs, not really concerned about whether they lose their £1500 take home per month as it's just a snip to what we make.
When you think about it, wouldn't it be easier to let the Mrs stress out over delivery deadlines for the datacentre migrations, building reporting platforms, etc, while we dump the kids off to school at 8.30, come home, chuck a few bits of meat/veg into a slow-cook pot, do a 20 minute tidy up of the house, nip back out at 9.30, loaf around Caffe' Nero talking crap until 3pm, run the kids back home, bung them some tea/biscuits, go yap on Mumsnet's 'For Stay-At-Home-Dads' sub-forum from 3.30-7.30, start dishing up, give the Mrs a peck on the cheek and a glass of Riesling as she shuffles back in the door, chow down, march the kids off to bed, and sit and watch CSI while the Mrs goes through the bills?, then off to bed for a midnight shag??
You see, their lives of ease are made possible by OUR money. Which makes us the unluckier partners by a country mile.
Unless - any of you lucky enough a mofo to have a Mrs who outearns you??
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