I came across this yesterday when reading dd's bedtime story. It refers to Mrs Storm who is the tutor to a very spoilt girl.
"She...had given up teaching in schools when she married, as she needed time before she started work for shopping and housework.... In spite of the hours fitting so well, Mrs Storm daily decided to give the job up. "It's not worth it," she told her husband. "I would rather shop in my lunch hour...." Each evening Mrs Storm's husband persuaded her to stay on, for he was certain she would die of exhaustion if she shopped in her lunch hour..."
I was wondering how to explain to my dh that i must surely be dead of exhaustion by now on this basis.