Women can sometimes feel under-appreciated. When the kids wash dishes or fold clothes they want a kiss on the forehead and a gold star. I don't want a gold star, I just want to watch Scandal in peace. I don't care what else is going on in the house. If the kid is fed, bathed, in his PJs and not killing himself, he can do whatever he wants for the entire duration of TGIT on ABC. Likewise, daddy should not bother me either. The average working parent probably spends two hours a day commuting, eight hours at work, and four hours at night doing every freaking thing else under the sun. Personally, I choose to only do the bare minimum on Thursday so I can watch my shows. Watching fake people's fake drama three hours a week keeps me sane. Is that too much to ask?