I saw this magazine cover at the grocery store yesterday and nearly collapsed between aisles 3 and 4.
Is Time Magazine trying to tell me that my husband does the same amount of housework that I do? I love him dearly and appreciate everything he does for us, but I'm not buying it. I bought the magazine to read the article (written by a woman ... let's fork her yard) to see how they've come to this conclusion.
Perhaps by the end of the story, I will have been swayed strongly enough to "let it go" and "make peace." But as of right now, the war rages on.
I'm a former journalist turned marketer of concrete. I still type a lot. Other than that, I'm married to an oilman, the owner of a mini-schnauzer named Baxter and a lab named Lacy, chef to anyone with an appetite and a connoisseur of $10 wines.