We are snowed in here terribly today, but the storm has stopped and we'd like to get to church.
So hubby is out there shoveling. I hate shoveling.
Whenever I speak about housework and marriage, women tend to want me to dilineate what men should do and what women should do, so that they can go home and batter their husbands with it.
I don't do that. In To Love, Honor and Vacuum, I talk about figuring out what's fair based on workloads and individual skills and preferences. I like doing laundry. I like folding laundry. It gives me a sense of usefulness. I like cooking, too.
I don't like taking the garbage out and emptying the garage. So Keith does that.
I do the vast majority of the housework because I'm home more and Keith works more. That's what's fair. It wouldn't be like that in all families, but it is in ours. And I love creating a nice home for the family.
The important thing, I think, is that we remember the relationship, and not our rights, is the first priority. That does mean that if he's taking you for granted something has to change. We are not called to be doormats. We're called to model responsible relationships to our children. But don't forget that serving can also be very rewarding.
In the meantime, I'm grateful he's shoveling. Even though it means I'm not getting exercise I need! What do you think?
Labels: homemaking, loving