(Not that I'd want him to - that beard would itch.)
Today I was a domestic machine.
I started the day off by fixing a toilet, edging the lawn, weed eating, mowing front and back yards, and finished of with pressure-washing my entryway and driveway.
Did I mention I had the kids with me the whole day? (Juggle that, bitches.) That's got to be worth extra points somehow.
Finish that off with cleaning the kitchen, doing the dishes, and cooking dinner - it means I don't feel guilty about not going to the gym tonight. (I still would have rather been there.) I have to go back to work tomorrow just to rest.
Yes, I'm that hardcore.
Aren't you proud of me?
I thought so.