Nightmare scenario: two full-time employed parents. I just don't know how people do it and maintain ANY quality of life.
On those rarer days when contracts obligate me to work 8 - 12 hours, everyone in this house is miserable. No life-business gets taken care of, and we eat whatever we can find in the way of leftovers.
On days like today when I only have to work 6 hours, life's a dream. I got done with a meeting, which was in Seabrook, went straight to the fish market and the g-store, picked up the child at her bus-transfer school, drove child and food home, went to the gym, then fired up the WeberQ and grilled onions, potatoes, a red pepper plus the shrimp. And had beets and beans on the side, outside on the patio in the midst of a developing landscape.
Domino's and its obesity-promoting ilk).