A couple of weeks ago, on Father's Day to be exact, I was mowing the backyard and doing some other yard work. My backyard neighbor, Casey, was doing the same. As we passed each other once while pushing our lawn mowers, Casey said in a slightly sarcastic tone, “Happy Father's Day”. Casey is a Dad, too - a 3 year old and a newborn.
That got me to thinking about the old saying: "a mother's work is never done". Is that it or is it: "a woman's work is never done". Whatever, either way it doesn't matter in this story.
Here Casey and I were working on our yards, which we both did for several hours that day - on FATHER's DAY! Where were our wives? Mine was inside chatting on the phone with one of her myriad of chatty friends, of which she did for several hours that day. I can't say the same for Casey's wife, but she was nowhere to be seen, too.
What crap! The old saying needs updated to: “A man's work is never done“.