Sounds like she's financially privileged enough that she doesn't have to actually care for her kids and can just hire a nanny. Which is exactly what all the tradthots who are well-off do.
SAHMs who have to actually care for their kids have a much different perspective.
I read that last screenie twice before I realised she wasn't one of these 'cat moms' but appeared to be LARPing that she had live human offspring. She needs to do her research to maintain this LARP.
Today I woke up at 5.30am after two hours' sleep to listen to a chronically anxious man's work problems. When he was eventually persuaded to shower, brush teeth, handed clothing etc. the children had appeared. A round of meals was produced for them.
Turns out one dog touched a little too much grass yesterday and ate it, so entire floor of dogs' room had to be scraped, powerwashed, bleached, powerwashed, dried. Dog beds powerwashed, bleached, powerwashed. Dogs shampooed and hosed off into the bargain.
Laundry. The laundry never ends. I am not even quite sure where it is all coming from at this point. I am sure I washed some of this shit only yesterday.
Scout troop organising business.
Morning snacks.
Teddy bear weekly wash round.
Literacy and numeracy homeschooling work, since the school blows and they have to have home education as well.
Fucking cleaning the fucking bathrooms. At least the dogs have the decency to generally shit outside rather than on the floor. No, the children are not responsible for that.
Clean kitchens, living room, drawing room. Change beds.
Round of lunches to be prepared. "It was pasta yesterdayyyy" yes and it's pasta today because dinner comes with potatoes.
More numeracy. Minecraft multiplayer bullshit for an hour as it is alleged I "promised". Doubt it but I'm not a welcher.
Early dinner prep. FYI due to dietary restrictions I can't eat any of the meals I have prepared today, and I am currently on a fourth can of Coke Zero and six cold and flu capsules.
Bedlinen is on. More Scout troop org business since some clown decided fathers' camp should happen this year. Obviously the fathers planning to attend have done zero org for it but in the interests of the children having clothes and food, I'll handle it.
About to do dinner prep and into oven. Then bedlinen laundry, once again around kitchen, answer husband's work emails, rewrite his paper for conference. Then listen to maybe three hours of man work problems. Then sexual services.
Then hopefully fucking sleep and get up tomorrow to same bullshit but added church services.
You know, when I went to work, they paid me. And I also got to leave. I also had a nice secretary who made me tea.
edit: lmao she talks about taking it easy when she's sick. We are day five of some foul cold and I assure you no one has offered assistance yet