The husband has a new(ish) mantra that goes something like this...
"You want (fill in the blank: to go to Vienna for Christmas? to buy a front door? to pay the bills?) Get a job!"
To which I reply:
"I have a job. In fact, I have many jobs."
To which he replies:
"A real job. As in one that involves a salary and perhaps a subway."
Yes, I'm getting the distinct sense that my time of playing June to his Ward is drawing to a close.
I'm with him. In principle.