In prison you get three square meals a day.

At home, you cook three square meals a day and try to get your kids to eat it.




In prison you get an hour each day in the yard to exercise and mingle.

At home you get to clean the yard up so you can mow it so your kids can spread more toys all over it so that you can go out and clean it again because little Jr. can't sleep without his latest Lego creation.


In prison you get to watch TV, cable even.

At home you get to listen to your children fight over the remote control and get treated to hours and hours of mindless cartoons thanks to cable.








In prison you can read whatever you want and attend college for free.

At home you get to read weekly readers starring Dick, Jane, and Spot and worry about how to send Jr. to college and still be able to eat for the next twenty years.








In prison all your medical care is free.

At home you have to pawn your mother's silver and fill out trillions of papers for insurance and hope the doctor will see you before you die.










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In prison, if you have visitors, all you do is go to a room, sit, talk and then say good-bye when you are ready or your time is up.

At home you get to clean for days advance and then cook and clean up after your guests and hope that they will one day leave.








In prison you can spend your free time writing letters or just hang out in your own space all day.

At home you get to clean your space and everyone else's space, too, and what the heck is free time again?


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In prison you get your own personal toilet.

At home you have to physically hold the bathroom door shut in order to keep from having someone standing over you demanding to know how long till you're done so you can do something for them.



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In prison the prison laundry takes care of all your dirty clothes.
At home you get to take care of them yourself, plus everybody else's, and get yelled at because somebody's favorite shirt isn't clean.


In prison they take you everywhere you need to go.
At home you take everybody else where they need to go.



In prison the guards transport all your personal effects for you and make sure nothing is missing.

At home you have to lug around everybody else's stuff in your purse and then wonder who went in it and took your last dollar.



In prison there are no screaming or whining children or spouses asking you to do something else for them, or screaming at you because you didn't.
At home...stop me when I get to the downside of jail, will ya?

2 comments :

Jenny Dagle said... Reply To This Comment

I clicked on your link because you said what I was thinking about merging (on Moosh in Indy). Your blog looks just like mine! (Pink)

I have to say, you make prison sound pretty good. :)

Emma said... Reply To This Comment

I just found you from Moosh in Indy. You are hilarious! Not to burst your bubble - but in Australia there are prisons where the children accompany their mother. Give me solitary confinement!

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