I always thought housework was easy—something women just complained about. But when my wife left me alone for a day to handle everything myself, I quickly realized I was the problem.
I came home from work, dropped my keys on the table, and collapsed onto the couch. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to relax.
The smell of something cooking drifted in from the kitchen, warm and inviting.
Lucy was at the stove, stirring a pot.
Danny stood on a chair beside her, his little hands busy peeling carrots.
Lucy glanced over her shoulder. “Jack, can you set the table?”
I barely looked up from my phone. “That’s your job.”
She didn’t respond right away.
I heard her sigh, the same tired sigh I’d heard a hundred times before. Danny, of course, didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ll do it, Mommy!” he said, hopping down from his chair.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Lucy said with a smile.
I shook my head. “You’re gonna turn him into a girl, you know.”
Lucy stiffened, but she didn’t turn around.
Danny, on the other hand, frowned at me. “What’s wrong with helping, Daddy?”
“Boys don’t do housework, kid,” I said, leaning back on the couch.
Danny looked at Lucy, confused. She gave him a small pat on the back and handed him the silverware.
“Go on, set the table,” she said softly.
I watched as Danny carefully placed forks and spoons on the table. He looked proud of himself, like he was doing something important.
The next day at work, I overheard Lucy’s friends inviting her to their annual conference. It was just an overnight trip, nothing big.
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