The 80% question - a friend from church, while talking about an unrelated topic, had expressed amazement,

at how people will buy new homes, with the expectation that, even a few years down the road, no repairs will be needed.  Her amazement was: "people don't want to fix things."  She knows about stuff like that; me?  The only thing i know is: when work needs done, you call reputable people - and pay good money.  Oh well, that's what grownups do - we work and budget our paycheck so windows keep the draft out and roofs keep the rain out.  

Anyway, thinking about what my friend said - this being several years ago.  Evidently, this maintenance-aversion is not uncommon; people would rather spend their money on playtime - and not responsible homeowner (full) time.  It's true, the house owns you.  Oh well, then get an apartment - eeyikes, the rents are ridiculous!

So, it stands to reason that while the full-time working wife and mom, not only comes home to do too much, with not enough space to do it properly, add the sink with the slow drain - that's been slow for the past three years - the cracked linoleum floor in the laundry room - that is not only a beech to clean, but it holds and tracks in dirt.  Then, there's that stupid shelf that's propped in the corner, for the last...ugh - instead of usefull on the wall.

Guess mrs.shez-all-that-and-a-loaf-of-homemade-bread doesn't stop for a minute to consider what more than a few of her sisters in Christ have to put up with.  Nope, mrs.shez-all-that just goes on her merry "wives must be submissive" chide-fest.  Seig-freaking heil :/

Well guess what, a person can only carry a heavy stone uphill for so long.  Sooner or later, that individual is going to ask, What's the point, in continuing up the same chuck-holed hill, with the same gritty rock?  

Talk to Shirley, her life is peaceful now.  The peewee drama is past-tense.  She can come home from work and enjoy being with her children.  

Because the gubment (the taxpayer) helps her out?  Well, guess what, somebody has to be the patriarch.  Evidently, peewee couldn't be bothered - no wait, when he wanted his rc-cola brought to him, oh then he was king of the (tin can) castle.  

Funny how that (non)works.