In a word, no.
When I first got married and we had our first child promptly thereafter, all I could think about was how wonderful I was.
Let me give you direct evidence of my wonderfulness.
Every Tuesday night, I rolled the garbage carts down to the street.
Every Wednesday afternoon, I rolled them back up to the side of the house.
On occasions far too numerous to count, I put my plate in the sink.
Sometimes I even scraped it off.
My socks seldom remained on the floor by the side of the bed for more than two days.
I know what you’re thinking.
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