Somedays, I'm really exhausted and tired, and I think why doesn't my husband do the dishes or cooking dinner?
He should do the dishes and cook dinner tonight. I'm going to take the night off.
Then I remember, he is busy working/doing homework/at school/running an errand/putting a kid to bed. So then I get my lazy butt off the couch and do the dishes. Five minutes later I'm sitting on my computer, eating the rest of the french bread, spilling crumbs in my ergonomic wireless keyboard, telling everyone else my thought process.
Oh yeah, by the way, turns out when I cook dinner, instead of laying on the couch, or do the dishes, I find myself less tired than I was 15 minutes ago. Hmm... interesting.