Why is it that, when I have one free afternoon, I want to organize the bookshelves, take boxes down to our storage room, do some laundry, clean up the toy box, fold the pile of 8 billion tees crammed into Thalia’s dresser drawer, bring that dress to the dry cleaners, wash my bras, exchange some baby gifts, address birth announcements (oops), donate a few bags to Goodwill, toss the expired yogurt, dump the decaying eucalyptus branches, maybe play a little Guitar Hero.

When Nate has one free afternoon, he wants to play Guitar Hero.

I’m sorry Gloria Steinem, I’m failing you again, aren’t I.