For all you home moms!!!
IS it my imagination or do husbands get off easy, especially when their wives are home moms? You can call it domestic engineer if you want, but let's not glorify it, because dammit, it doesn't need glorification. It's the most important job in the world. Besides, what's glorious aabout changing a diaper full of crap and picking up old underwear from the floor, trying hard not to get too close to the racing stripe on it. Oops, back on trap: Some husbands come home and grope their way to the nearest sofa, complaining about the horrible day they had that day, asking for a beer or massage, and the wives are hovering over kids and thier homework like a lion tamer takes a whip and chair to a pack of disgruntled lions. Then there's dinner, washing up and the bedtime routine. We go grocery shopping, take the kids to their doctor's appointments, take them to their practices, go to their conferences, book fairs, and daytime school performances,shop for their clothes, handle the neighborhood things like arranging block parties and stuff, get their dry cleaning, take the dogs to the vet, get the kids to do their chores and homework, read the bedtime stories,do the Christmas shopping (thank god for that, cuz if my husband were in charge, the kids would each get a pair of socks and a CD,)fill out and mail the Christmas card, do the holiday baking and roasting, clean up after the kids and them, and so on and so on. Most of us get to our boiling point, because we're raised not to stir up conflict. When we do lower the boom, unleashing the wrath of Mommy on our husbands, complaining that they don't do enough to help us out, they counter with, "I'm the one making the money for this family!" Well, moms, when they say this, we need to tell them that money is not the only way to measure productivity. If we were to put a dollar amount to every thing we do, we'd beat most guys salary-wise hands down!
Actually, I've trained my husband for the last 20 years, and he's pretty helpful, now. He cooks (no one likes the weird stuff I cook, because it isn't all beige and it has more than one texture) and he pays the bills. He still is upstairs watching the racing channel while I'm working away til 11 each night, but I gotta take what I can. Gotta love guys. They're like cute little puppy dogs stumbling along in their relationship with us, trying to anticipate the next ambush, practicing their, "I know, Honey. I'm a real asshole" reply and, well, that's all I guess. Is it just me or do you other women think Jack Nicholson is gross and sexy at the same time? I wonder if he every picks up his dirty socks and underwear? Ugh, I'm not getting a pretty visual right now. Scuse me while I go throw up.