To all those who have more experience than me: tell me this and tell me no more, how on earth do you manage your husbands?
I have all but stopped asking Mark to help around the house: not because he isn’t (grudgingly) willing, but because laziness makes him utterly hopeless. So he will put the dishes in the dishwasher, but in an effort to save electricity, not turn it on. Or he will tidy the entire kitchen, but never dream of wiping down the surfaces. He tell’s me, in the occasional fit of pique, that he is too tired to bath the baby (one of his few allocated tasks) or that he will empty the bin "when he’s ready". Next week then??
Now don’t get me wrong: he is as lovely as can be, but the fact remains that he is a man brought up by another, who still to this day believes women should be seen and not heard. A man who doesn’t own a vacuum cleaner and wouldn’t know what to do with it if he did. His father.
Every relationship is a battlefield. Every conversation a lesson in the subtle art of negotiation. We laugh. We fight. We make up and we have the same old fights all over again. I get irratated because I don’t get enough time to work on
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Lord, when was my life reduced to this ??