A Housewife.

You've worked your butt off all day. Making phone calls, arranging different appoinments and cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Why can you clean ALL day and your house still look like a train wreck! The kids have been taught lessons on colors, numbers, letters and animals. Yet they still call everything yellow and zebras sound like cows. Just like yesterday.

It's 6 o'clock and dinner is ready. Your husband finally walks through the door and you greet him with a smile and kiss, as well as a look that says "I thought we agreed you would start coming home at 5:30".

Husband goes off to leisurely change clothes while you corral the cats to the table for dinner. One of the kids starts to get a tad bit fussy and husband launches into an alter ego who is intolerant of any toddler-like behavior. You scoff inwardly because if he thinks their refusal to put their cup on their placemat is ridiculous, he should have seen the 20 minute meltdown because you didn't allow she-twin to walk into the pantry for the 100th time that day and point to the cheetos.

His shirts are all folded and put away, he hasn't had to worry about clean clothes or a clean toilet for almost 2 years now. He drills you on why you forgot to call the exterminator and reminds you that spring is just around the corner.

And then the questions begin. The Why's? How comes? He can't understand why you get so upset with him. All day long, this is YOUR house. You've spent hours tending to it, making it as functional as possible; you've also been the leader of the pack - instructing children where to go, what to do, what not to do. ...and then he asks you Why!?! at any little request.

Could you put placemats on top of the washer?

Why!?

Could you wait before running the dishwasher?

Why!?

Could you please put these away for me?

Now? Why?!?

Then he really screws up and when removing one of the children's diapers exclaiming 'Why it's so wet?! When's the last time you've changed them!?' And gives you a short lecture on diaper rash potential versus time in wetness.

Sometimes husbands don't realize how hard it is to the be the CEO of the house all day long, and then have that title stripped from you the minute they walk through the door. You dream of the day that you could march into their work and randomly start questioning everything about their office. Is that a new pen? How much did your lunch cost today? It would be easier if you took notes on a larger note pad. Close the curtains in here, do you know how much electricity you're wasting!

You've finally finished your nightly chores, prepared yourself for tomorrow, made your lists, and checked them twice. Your bed stares longingly at you and you yearn for it's chilly sheets and soft pillow. Just as your body starts to relax and you're about to drift off...your back gets nudged. Why does everyone need all of you all the time.