I get more done before 7 a.m., before everyone else wakes up, than they get done all day.
I don’t demand anything. I don’t nag about broken promises, I just fix it.
You’d think that having clean clothes, hot meals, bills paid, all those nice things, they’d have a ‘thank you,’ for me every once in a while, but no. They just pick, pick, pick about all the stuff they think I haven’t done for them.
Is it too much to expect a little gratitude for all that I do?
I really couldn’t say, Ma’am. Here’s the change for your frappuccino.