"Am I that lazy to you?" Well... Yeah. You're working 2.25 days a week right now. The rest of the time, I can't get you off the couch. I'm not "working", but I'm still raising kids, schooling kids, and I haven't sat down for any personal time since I started isolation. Yet you want to micromanage the way I'm doing things, from your seat ON THE COUCH. And award yourself when you decide to have a bbq that I end up cleaning up 3 days later, or when I don't have to nag you to fucking sanitize your shit before you come in from work. "Just ask me to do things." Then there's the excuses, or the reasons you can't do them, or the problem with doing it that way, or "one of the kids can do that." So no. I won't ask you to do anything. I'm going to catch up on the things that I want done, and fuck you and your laziness. You ask why I do everything? Because you do fucking nothing.