LADIES. OLDEST SIBLINGS.
Tired. Aren’t you tired?
(Re)watching the first season of Mad Men tonight, and so many things are like thorns in a woman’s side (all props to the writers, etc.) and then it got to the scene where the newly married Peter Campbell is just back from his honeymoon and takes a call in his office from his new wife asking him what he wants for dinner — and he suddenly realizes (and says to his fellow mad-man) DINNER WILL BE ON THE TABLE WAITING FOR ME WHEN I GET HOME.
This made me so incredibly depressed.
Maybe it’s because I’m 47 years old and Capricorn and the oldest sister to all my siblings — but man it makes you so tired being the one to make sure everyone is fed and all the cabinet doors are closed.
But oh man — we all work so hard.
LADIES — if you are with a dude, when was the last time you got home to a dinner (of any sort) waiting on you? Warming on the stove? Drying out in the oven? ANYTHING?
Cheese toast? Pop Tarts? Anything?
Bring it, dudes and young ones. It’s one of the friendliest things you can do for your pal.
And then wipe up the crumbs and close the cabinets. Don’t make us clean up the wrapping paper to our own present. I mean — come on.
We’re beat to the core.