Last night I did the upstairs floors. Hardwood is gleaming and tiles so clean I am mildly annoyed my family insists on walking on them.
So far today I've made a casserole for dinner and will be making an apple crisp this afternoon while doing laundry.
Why am I no one's helpmeet? I think my domestic skills are up to par, so I must have some pretty unappealing characteristics to make me not worth the cooking and clean house.