Personal Assistant

I have to admit (just once in my marriage) sometimes I feel like a personal assistant instead of a wife. I'm not angry complaining, just exhausted complaining I guess. It's understandable that I get to run errands because I'm at home all day and he's at work all day. But sometimes, just sometimes I want to not have to get the oil changed, fax off this, that and the other, call so-and-so, pick up such-and-such, deliver the thingamajig, fix that doohickey, and don't forget the watcha-ma-callit. There, I've said it. I've had my rant and it's over. I've got to call someone now and then go run an errand or two. :)