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Date: 2006-04-21 03:39 am (UTC)As I see it, my job is to watch them. It's not to do the dishes, to clean the house, to read a book, or to otherwise spend my days. I will, of course, make *some* effort to help out around the house if they ask me, but really - that's not my job, not with the pay I'm getting.
And watching them is just easier when we do things. They (and I) get bored and cranky real fast when we just stay inside the house. Going outside makes everyone happier.
Besides, what *else* would I do with my days? Who *doesn't* like going on the trains?
I meant to pass you *hugs* a while back, and I didn't. Take 'em now. That's unrelated to this comment, it's just that I haven't spoken to you.