It's 2018, and as a civilization, we've come a long way. No, there are no flying cars (yet), but we all carry tiny supercomputers in our pockets, can own drones, and can argue with strangers from all around the world as long as they have internet access.
And yet women are still having to ask their partners to help out around the house. What gives?
Recently while bitching about the fact that I do absolutely everything around my house with a bunch of friends all singing "preach Queen", someone said to me "if you want help you need to be specific... ask for it. People need lists, they aren't mind readers."
So I tried that, asking.. specifics..
"Can you take the bin out?"
"Can you get up with the kids? I'm just a little tired after doing it on my own for 329 years"
"Can you go to woolies? I've done 3 loads of washing and made breaky, lunch, picked up all the kids school books, dealt with the floating shit in the pond."
And yeah, she was right... shit got done.