Get the Facts, M'am

It is helpful to have all the facts before you go and feel all bad about something. I was reading comments on Facebook by various people I love, when I saw postings from my sisters about having a wife. They wish they could have a wife, and I totally agree. I could use a wife. I wish someone would wash my clothes and cook my dinner AND clean up the mess afterward so that (to quote my mom) it looks like a magazine picture. Anyhoo...
My darling, wonderful sister that my daughters wish I could be like, commented that she wished she had a sister close enough to cook and take care of her kids. Ouch! I live very close. Was this a hint? Was this a complaint? I mean, I hardly ever follow Facebook. She isn't mean hearted, but is it possible she thought she could post that and chances are I would never know? That was improbable, but I was already in the dumps and you know how ridiculous things seem possible when you're feeling down? (Gasp) Do my sisters secretly despise me?
After having a good cry, feeling left out and very guilty for not being a fabulous sister-wife, feeling sorry for my poor sister, I worked up the nerve to call my sister and apologize for my failing to cook, clean and babysit for her. It sounds so ridiculous now, but believe me, at the time I was really wallowing in it.

Well, the facts are: My other fabulous sister is going to live with another incredible sister while she finishes her practicum in midwifery. My incredible sister is going to cook, clean and care for my fabulous sister and her kids (be her wife). I know, I know... my sister's are unbelievably too good to be true!
That is why my amazing sister wished online that she had a sister to cook and clean and care for her kids. There was no condemnation intended, only taken.
So, beware, and get the facts m'am before you jump in the deep, dark pool of guilt and despair and swim a few laps in the bitter, bile liquid of despondency!

I could really use a wife. (No subliminal message intended.)