Manual Labor

A co-worker asked me if I wanted kids to which I replied:

"Of course, I don't want to be doing the dishes for the rest of my life."

Seriously, who wants to be 50 years old taking out the trash and shit?

That's what kids are for.

Dishes and trash and the occasional joys in life.

But dishes and trash come first.

I want to come home from work, sit in front of the television and yell "Did you take out the trash yet?"