I found Jon standing in the kitchen in his work clothes + apron blending up some chocolate when I got home from work tonight.
I am so lucky. For so many reasons.
Edited to add: But NOT because he cooks our meals.
I AM lucky he cooks because I eat scrambled eggs every night when he travels. BUT. You know what I mean. I seriously doubt anyone would tell him he’s lucky if I was at home cooking each night.
Point is: this is not 1940. I’d be in a whole hell of a lot of miserable trouble if it was.