Undoing GENERATIONS of Feminism

I have had a good deal of work lately. This is a good thing due to the fact that I spend much faster that I earn. So I have been working on weekends and Ben is pissed. Who can blame him really? I mean, I am after all his plaything, bound to do his bidding for eternity. It's in the job description: mom=slave.So on Saturday when I went into the office Ben heard the clang of the baby gate and came running and screaming. I swear that kid can hear that baby gate from anywhere in the universe. He can be perfectly happy playing by himself and then WHAM he is right there when that gate shuts. It's like he can sense that someone is denying him entry SOMEWHERE. So he's screaming and I come out to be with him. I know that Josh is about to take him out of the house so I figure I will spend the next 15 minutes with him until they leave. But once he has me he is no longer interested (SO like a man). So I go into the kitchen and do the dishes. This doesn't bother him in the slightest. I can't sit at the computer but I can do the dishes. I KNOW Josh taught him this. Because more than he wants me to make money, Josh wants me to do the dishes—only so he doesn't have to.