Depending on how you looked at it, I was doing what was expected of me.
I started with laying out everything for his breakfast, then I set out his clean clothes.
The bills were next on my list, then I assembled everything I needed to clean the house.
The kids’ homework, a birthday card for his Mom, his shirts to iron. I followed that with the magazines about house decorating, and the latest book about how to find fulfillment in your service to your family.
The evening paper next to a home-cooked meal was the finishing touch.
When I stood back and considered it all, it was quite satisfying.
Setting the pile on fire was more satisfying still.