Prison VS Being a Housewife
In prison you get three square meals a day.
At home, you cook three square meals a day and try to get your kids to eat it.
In prison you get an hour each day in the yard to exercise and mingle.
At home you get to clean the yard up so you can mow it so your kids can spread more toys all over it so that you
can go out and clean it again because little Jr. can't sleep without his latest lego creation.
In prison you get to watch TV, cable even.
At home you get to listen to your children fight over the remote control and get treated to hours and hours of
mindless cartoons thanks to cable.
In prison you can read whatever you want and attend college for free.
At home you get to read weekly readers staring Dick, Jane and Spot and worry about how
to send Jr. to college and still be able to eat for the next twenty years.
In prison all your medical care is free.
At home you have to pawn your mother's silver and fill out trillions of papers for
insurance and hope the doctor will see you before you die.
In prison, if you have visitors, all you do is go to a room, sit, talk and then
say good-bye when you are ready or your time is up.
At home you get to clean for days advance and then cook and clean up after
your guests and hope that they will one day leave.
In prison you can spend your free time writing letters or just hang out in your own space all day.
At home you get to clean your space and everyone else's space too and what the hell is free time again?
In prison there are no screaming or whining children or spouses asking you to do
something else for them, or screaming at you because you didn't.
At home....stop me when I get to the downside of jail, will ya?
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