A few days ago, one of my male JJs told me about the changes that have taken place in his life, since his wife was laid up with a broken ankle (tennis!). It’s too much to bear: first the poor man has to get up before anyone in the household, and go through the wretched ordeal of making his own breakfast. Then he does the laundry under the supervision of his wife, using a fully automatic washing machine/dryer. Then he goes to work at his teaching job for three hours (being retired, he only works for the pocket money and the social contact). He takes lunch in a fast food joint. On his way home, he picks up groceries for dinner, which actually his eldest daughter – a mother of two infants – comes over to cook for him every evening. And after dinner, he walks the dog for half an hour. This punishing regimen ensures that he falls into bed, exhausted, by 10 PM, and is presently in danger of collapsing from nervous exhaustion. I shudder to think of what would happen if he had a full-time job/elderly parents/small children to care for.
When he recited all these shocking details to me, he was fairly quivering with indignation …. and frankly, I was fairly quivering with suppressed laughter. Please God, let his wife recover soon (although she sure does seem to be taking her sweet time!). And in the meantime, please give me the strength not to laugh in that dear man’s face!