The Good Wife

Lately J-Fed has been going for the jugular. I’ve been called a bitch. I’ve been called a lazy piece of sh*t who’s never worked a hard day in her life. I’ve been called many a nasty thing. He even went so far as to tell me I was brainwashing 6-year-old daughter into believing I work hard and went so far as to ask me to explain to her that he works hard too.

While I'm sure he does, I can't bring myself to tell her that the time he spends go-carting is not work, it's a friggin hobby. And if daughter for some reason believes I work hard, it's BECAUSE I DO, you brainless twit.

For a brief moment, I was almost starting to think I was as worthless as he’d like to have me believe.

But then I remembered who it was coming from and I laughed and laughed and laughed. Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who didn’t work all summer. Slow season schmo season, there were plenty of things he could have been doing. But nah. Why work when you can play????

Then I recalled how much time off I’d taken off after I’d had our two children, and this little piggy laughed all the way to the supermarket. You see, there was no maternity leave for Kiki. That’s right. Following both pregnancies, she took two weeks vacation – one of which was spent in the hospital recovering from a c-section – and then it was back to work. But you work from home, I’m sure he’d whine.

J-Fed, heads up. Whether you work from home, work from an office or work from friggin Mars, it’s still WORK. That’s why they pay me. It’s not because I’m nice. It’s not because I’m cute. It’s because I do my job, and I do it well, regardless of what you might think.