Aaaah Women

     Having been in this universe, that we live in our minds, for a full 66 years now, I have to admit that a deep appreciation of women has eased it’s way into my happy self…I’m just a little mystified as to why it has taken so long.

     We male forms of DNA need to consider an average day in the life of a female who is married with two children and a job of her own.

      When she first drags her self out of bed in the morning, she usually tries to make her self look pleasing before she awakens the beast she married. Making sure he has some breakfast, and sometimes also making his lunch, she does her best to get the tiger out of the house and on the way to work.

     Next, she turns her attention to getting the children out of their slumber, gets their breakfast ready, makes sure they have attired themselves in the correct clothing, makes sure they are clean, have snatched up their books and home work, and get to the bus stop in time.

     If the sequence has all passed in decent order, she then has to prepare her breakfast, pick out the right clothes, fix her hair, grab the shoes that goes with the rest of her attire, and then, like the beast, has to fight the rush hour traffic to work.

     Lets face it, when the tiger gets home, he is usually worn out, sits down on the couch, and asks where is dinner? After the meal, he will usually piddle around with the car, or something else, or just plaster himself on the couch and watch the television.

     However, the lady of the household has to be sure the kids got home from school alright, go attack their homework, and dinner. If they go outside, she must be sure they stay in the yard, or take them to someone else’s house. Of course, the evening meal had to be planned, cooked, put on the table along with the utensils… and when everyone is finished, the table had to be cleared, and the dishes washed, rinsed, dried, and put away.

     Is the happy lady able to just and relax for awhile now? NO! We should not forget how all the items in the home got so clean, how the carpet and floors were taken care of, how the laundry managed to get separated, washed, rinsed, dried, and then put away.

     Also, we fellows need to remember how the children suddenly became so clean after rolling in the dirt, how their beds were made ready, and how their homework managed to be completed.

     Naturally, there is a lot more to it than what is above---and guys, all the lovely lady asks in return is maybe a flower now and then, maybe a love note or two, and _____________________(you ladies fill in the blank space).