Frau Lobster is camping and canoeing this weekend, by the way, leaving me to play the Lobster version of Mr. Mom. Except in my case, you shave six figures off the income it’d take to live like they do in a Hollywood movie.
This is where I’m supposed to appreciate all Frau Lobster does to keep the house going, but ‘appreciate’ isn’t the word. It’s on a scale that requires awe. And I don’t really do all the things Frau Lobster does; I just try to keep the kids alive. And keep at least one toilet unclogged.
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