When I married my younger son’s father…I worked part time. I got so tired of “what did you DO all day?” when he came home. So one day…I did only what I wanted to do. Read a magazine. Take a walk. Lay on the grass in the park. It was divine. When he returned home, and asked me what was for dinner, I told him to ask the dinner fairies…they might know. When he needed clean underwear, I directed him to the laundry fairies. He got the hint real quick.