As soon as we finished breakfast (home waffles and toasted bacon, if anyone is interested), my children scattered at different corners of the house, the husband sat down on the sofa with the baby, and I returned to my kitchen service - I clean up from the table, my, clean and scraper. I am constantly on the post and there is no weekend, nor vacation.
And so, while I dare and find it, I think the thought is simple, simple, like a colander: Wouldn't it be faster, if you would have children, and my husband helped me take this mess and then we could relax all together? Isn't it cool that if the children were realized that the mother was not intended to raise all their life for them? Well, since we all live here at the same conditions.
Thought and said. "Hey, children! And let's remove everything quickly and play! "
Silence in response, only the wind is risening.
The husband who shook perfectly, as in the air flashed with electricity, slides from the sofa and makes the gesture of goodwill - "Let's, guys, help my mother with cleaning."
And here I understand that such a question is terrible, terrible, terribly wrong. Because cleaning - whatever she concluded is not about "helping mom."
Yes, I'm sitting at home, yes, I am ready to contain a house clean, we have every work honorable. But this does not mean that cleaning is mine and only my business.
Everyone is different, of course, but in our family I work from home and earn as much as my husband. To keep the job (and not go crazy) I have to arrange priorities and plan time - and cleaning including. It is clear that I can't kill all day on washing and polishing - and you also probably can't.
While I did not work, I brought the house in order to those hours when my husband was in the office, but now I have to do the same work on the evenings and on the weekend. It came to the fact that I had to hire a helper, I was in such despair.
Two conclusions: a) we are pigs and this house requires cleaning, b) I taught the children to assume that cleaning is really my work.
The situation is so-so. Competitions like "who more packed" do not go to the family favor. But even more it hurts the situation when any cleaning is perceived as "Help Mom" - despite the fact that mom also works, on a second.
Nevertheless, every time I asked her husband to download "me" washing machine or rally kids so that they were filled with a "mine" kitchen table, I felt as if I failed the exam for the title of "good mom." But I do not want my children to think that the house is cleaned by itself, while no one sees.
I want children to understand that cleaning is important work, and since we divide the house, we must share and responsible. Will I say thank you for my husband who takes off the bath when I have the float on work? Sure. And the children when they suddenly decide to strengthen the room, just so that I praised them? Naturally! Broom swear, I will say. But this is not "helping mom." This is cooperation.
It has nothing to do with the decet of duties and gender roles. This is that in its own example, to show that we are a family, we are all together in this boat, and the purity of her decks is on our common conscience.
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