I love the idea of being a boss lady who handles her business, but I can’t seem to stop resenting all the business I’m handling.

Just last Saturday I decided I wanted the kitchen nice and clean. I don’t know what happened, but as I approached hour two of picking some stuck on goo off my floor, I started to see my husband just - relaxing. Watching football. And I saw my girls pulling out huge containers of toys, throwing them around like freaking confetti.

I saw red.

I just looked at my husband like - I’m sorry, what do you do again? Am I here just to serve you, feed you and keep your house clean? What are you, a freaking king? Because if you are a king can you at least make the money of a king so I can scrub this floor whilst covered in rubies!

Being a boss lady isn't about being a domestic servant, it's about honoring, respecting and valuing your responsibilities.

What if the tireless, thankless work we do isn't a burden - what if it was sacred? What if it wasn't a nightmare - what if it could be worship?

What if we actually saw the value of the work of our hands, regardless if anyone else does?

Well that then, could actually change your life.

Enjoy the show!