I think it’s only fair that I point out that Tomoko specifically asked me not to write about this subject this morning. She had just finished cooking pancakes for me and JP (and coffee, too!), and was about to give Ellie a sponge bath. I’ve only recently gone back to work full time since Ellie was born, so now Tomoko, who is on leave for about four months, is officially on her own.
And I’m loving it!
Let me explain: Tomoko is, well, what’s the scientific term—an advertising big shot. She makes a good living (compared to my creative penury), works long hours, has a squadron of at-work minions that she humiliates and underpays, and generally rules the world with an iron fist (and she surfs and has a tattoo—starting to see why I keep her around?).
I, too, consider myself a career person, even if my career will shortly be made extinct by Internet twerps with their laser beams and inside jokes. It’s just that the life of an editor/writer at a monthly magazine is a bit more low-key than that of a high-powered, short-skirted, capitalist-swine ad exec. So, in our household, I’m the one who gets home first (to take care of JP), I’m the one who cooks, does most of the shopping, what little cleaning we do, and looks after most of the household details.
But not when Tomoko’s on leave. It’s been a good week of home cooked meals awaiting me and JP each evening, and—dare I say it?—the house does look a bit tidier at night than when I left it in the morning.
Keep up the good work, Tomoko.
Nice photo!