Tammy glanced around the kitchen, having expected to see the rest of the household pitching in some way or other, getting the kids ready for school, or maybe taking out the trash, but it was still just Bart... who of course had been her wife Beth before this app came into their lives, slaving away at the stove. Confused, she started touring the rest of the house, looking to see if there was maybe a chore wheel and it happened to be his turn, or maybe someone else was cleaning the bathrooms, or something. Sure enough, there was Consuela, the housekeeper whose services they used to pay for before she'd decided Bart needed to learn some humility, waving from outside as she grabbed the glasses she and Tanya had left out on the patio the night before. and dressed much nicer than usual. That wasn't quite what she'd intended by sharing the housework.
She backed out of the app a moment to look through the rest of her phone, making sure she hadn't accidentally made Bart an employee rather than a partner, but couldn't find anything about anyone's schedule. Then she noticed a photo on the wall. They'd taken one like it years ago, when their oldest child Sally had started school and they'd gone out to celebrate. Now though, Tanya was also there... she hadn't realized her adjustments had gone back quite that far, better check some anniversaries. Consuela was also in the photo now though, holding little Jimmy on her lap... and who was this other guy? Some man she didn't recognize at all was holding her hand and had his other arm draped over Tanya? She'd never seen him before in her life!
Looking back to her phone, and flipping through old photos, there he was again. And more of Consuela. Any photo that used to just have Bart in it was now just as likely to have one of these as well, or instead... even a few from rather private moments they'd shared. Just how much of what Bart did had the phone decided counted as "housework" anyway!?
She switched back over to the app and pointed it at Consuela for now, trying to think of something she could do to undo this strange unwanted change, when it was snatched out of her hand by this new mystery man, who just swept it from her hand and replaced it with a glass of orange juice.
"Oh what's this you're looking so concerned about?" this stranger she'd apparently lived with for years asked. "'This kind young woman just lives to serve?' What a sweet thing to say about our dear Consuela! Well, if we're all just giving eachother compliments today..."