Like every aspiring opening batsman must face Australian pace at Perth, every sloth should be away from home for a while.
It will make him realize that dishes don't wash themselves, the washing machine doesn't get your collars cleaned, managing money doesn't mean asking someone to shove money kept in locker to the purse, best tasting food isn't a result of food grains natural evolution, when you leave the coffee mug right next to the couch it just remains there.
For pampered souls like me, living in a foreign land away from, emotionally manipulated or paid for, support structure is a god-send.
At the end of each day, when I take in deep breath and mutter silently "Phew, that was one helluva tough day", I realize, I didn't have to manage a kid, in-laws and an attention craving, perennially irritable and perpetually dreamy husband.
However hard a man tries, he can never multi-task with the dexterity of a woman (and specifically a woman I am in love with). I say this even if someone accuses me of being a female chauvinist!