Housework is HARDwork

So The Husband, who will be called Darwin from now on, comes home one day complaining of a headache and saying his feet were killing him. I replied "Oh, did you have a bad day at work?" Turns out he had to clean all day *gasp*. He said "I was on my feet ALL DAY." Hmm, imagine that. Wonder what SAHMs do all day? Sit around watching soaps and eating Bon Bons? Nope, we clean, we cook, we change dozens of dirty diapers, we bathe kids, we feed kids, we play with kids, we clean up after kids, we teach kids, we run errands, we plan and prepare meals, we pay bills, we set a budget, we do load after load of laundry, and if we are lucky we might get to eat a bite of food and get an uninterrupted shower IF the kids actually take a nap. But you know what he said to me? He said "At least you got to sit down in the van when you were taking The Daughter to school and picking her up from school." Oh yes he did! So I said "Did you not get breaks and an hour long lunch, free of people fighting for your attention, shitting on you, puking on you, snotting on you, and were you not able to sit down and eat your food before it got cold?" Grrr