This experiment of role-reversal has been interesting. I really love my new role. I love my work; I am only 2 miles from home; I get great quality time with the kids; which by the way, I get such an overwhelming welcome when I come home. I feel like a celebrity. I don't care if the house is dirty, because I'm only home in the evening and get to leave the dirty dishes, overflowing trash, and piles of laundry for Brant. I have to say, it's a sweet deal.
Brant decided that he really needs a day off once a week. I laughed. I laughed so hard. I said, "You don't get a day off when you're the 'wife.' There's no days off. Ha, ha--sucks to be you. Oh, by the way, I'LL be sleeping in tomorrow because it is MY day off." After he continued begging, I agreed to give him a "Day Off." Not because I am giving in, but because I really can't sleep in (getting old) and I would rather have something that I made for dinner. He's still a little rusty on the cooking. But any meal is better than me having to cook every night.
I've been letting him in on the housewife secrets. He had no idea what a miracle vinegar can be for cleaning and removing hard water. He also didn't realize your not supposed to use all of the space up in the washer with dirty clothes. They do need breathing room. And, hot water in the washer doesn't necessarily equal cleaner clothes. He also discovered that those cool self-cleaning toilet inserts don't really clean the toilet. He's amazed at how quickly unattended children can color the walls with crayons.
Am I smug about his stumbling? I'm trying not to be, but for all of the stay-at-home Mom's that work their buns off--I have to admit there is a little satisfaction in knowing that it's not as easy as those men think it is. A woman who keeps the house clean, does the laundry, cooking, shopping, dental/doctor appointments, organizing, filing, bill paying, continuing education, church service, and the list goes on...those women only make it look easy. Not to mention the loving, nurturing, educating, and development that goes into each of your children. Not to mention the sick kids, late nights, and early mornings that happen. It's alot.
He doesn't like me calling him a man-wife, but I think of it as a term of endearment. It's a combination of a man and a housewife, which in my opinion is quite a compliment.
3 comments:
Put your shoulder to the wheel Brant. May the force be with you.
He's a househusband duh!
That's true Vick. I'll have to try that name out on him. I still kinda like "MAN-WIFE" though.
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