Lisa leaned against the kitchen island, arms crossed. “Well, you want me to wake up at 5 a.m., go to the gym, make gourmet breakfasts, clean, cook, and host your friends. We should budget for all of that, don’t you think?”
Jake stared at the total. “$75,000 a year? You’re quitting your job?!”
She shrugged. “How else can I follow your plan? I can’t work and be the ‘perfect wife,’ right?”