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The wife drought by annabel crabb5/21/2023 By 10am the kids would be in my study, screaming and crying, and my husband would be on the couch, shouting to me that they needed one thing or another. As the sole breadwinner - one with irregular income - it was fairly important that I be allowed to get on with it. For all intents and purposes, I was “at work”, even when I wasn’t at my office. Once the kids were up, and my morning hellos were done, it was my husband’s (“wife’s”) job to do kid stuff. In those minutes, I felt organised and legitimate. I had a study at the other end of the hallway, and I would head in there before the kids woke up and close the door behind me. I clearly remember the tightness in my chest when working from home. I had an office away from the house, but I also worked from home sometimes. My then-husband worked on Saturday nights, but otherwise his role was to undertake parental duties while I worked. I was 23 and I was tired for every waking moment, and all the times in between. Lily was a little baby, and I worked for myself full-time. Did you know that women who earn more than 66% of the total household income actually spend more time doing housework than women who earn 50% of the total household income? The Wife Drought offers this and all manner of other depressing factoids, and they are certain to resonate with women (especially mothers) everywhere.
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