[quote]pushmepullme wrote:
My husband probably does 70% of the household chores, although we do have a maid who comes 1-2x a month. Why does he do it? Pretty simple. I’m out of the house from 7am - 7pm or later, and he works from home. While he pretty much is on call 24/7, he can do dishes, swiffer the floors, etc. on conference calls or during down time.
In addition, he is a neatnick and I’m pretty much a slob in comparison. I am comfortable with clutter and kitchen counters that aren’t spotless - he isn’t, and really can’t relax if things aren’t nice. So he feels better, and more able to relax, when things are pretty.
If he wanted me to clean 50-50 with him, it would take away from any time we get together after I get home from work. He’d rather spend naked time with me than windex time with me.
I don’t ask him to do a damn thing around the house, and if he wanted to play Xbox during his down time and clean with me in the evenings, then that’s what would happen. He’s just a fucking adult who knows he likes cleanliness and order and sex, and puts things the way he likes.
Now what were we talking about? Slapping a bitch? Hmmmm…
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Excellent post, PMPM.
The whole “gender role” thing is ridiculous. The idea that a particular task is “woman’s work” means nothing… unless you’re an insecure man whose afraid that yer drinkin’ buddies will goof on ya for doin’ the dishes. lol
Like you and your husband, my wife and I more or less fell into our tasks based on who is available and out of necessity. This is even more key when children are in the picture.
We also have a cleaning service come in 2x per month for a thorough house cleaning.
I have a friend who married a feminist. The poor bastard has dealt with YEARS of this woman pushing him into housework of all sorts. One Wednesday he called me, fully exuberant about a large corporate illustration job he just landed. The money was unbelievable! He goes home and earnestly starts work on the project, completely forgetting that Wednesdays were HIS day to make dinner (before the wife gets home from work). Well, she gets home, he excitedly tells her about this great project he’s just landed, and what does the bitch do? She says, “where the fuck is dinner?”
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