I don't blame him for this old-fashioned attitude towards gender roles. I actually blame his mum. From picking up his dirty washing off the floor, to staying up till gone midnight during the harvest in order to make him a freshly cooked meal, she was there for him (and his dad) twenty-four hours a day, literally. She ran after the "menfolk" in her life like her life depended on it. I guess it was the way she was brought up though I also imagine my late father-in-law had a lot to do with her being the way she was. But my complaint is, she didn't do the Farmer any favours. He's sixty-one now and completely bone idle inside the house. He doesn't even know the washing machine from the tumble dryer, can't work the oven, struggles with the microwave and wouldn't know how to lift the lid on the linen basket if a fairy flew through the window and slapped him in the face with a note saying, "Do it like this." He's a busy man, granted, but I seem to have taken over the role of his mother which is actually starting to grind me down. He'd do anything for me and I'd do anything for him, but it does get a little monotonous when I am continuously asking him to put his skiddy undies and cardboard socks in the linen basket to save me having to do it, not to mention reach for the toilet brush when he's pebble dashed the pan. I'm his wife, not his maid. And I'm certainly not his mother. I ask you, is your husband the same or have you got a system that works for you?
This post was inspired by the lovely Mum to Baby Insominiac, who wrote a fabulous post called Who's Job Is It Anyway?