I’m very blessed to have a husband who doesn’t balk at the idea of throwing a load in the washer or cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. As a working mom, I’d be a wreck if housework wasn’t shared between us.
But there is a downside…
There will come a night when you clog up the sink. With food you’ve left in the fridge too long. And you’ll be up to your elbows in gross and struggling with pipes trying to fix it.
In your frustration, you’ll be silently cursing your husband for leaving you with this “man’s job” while he’s in the bedroom.
Then you’ll remember that tonight that same husband did a load of laundry, emptied and loaded the dishwasher after dinner and vacuumed the majority of the floors in the house. And isn’t just vegging out and watching TV but actually folding laundry in the bedroom.
So you take your frustrations out on the stubborn pipe and it will finally come loose and you finish unclogging the stupid sink.
In the end you decide that being left with gross “man jobs” occasionally is worth it to have the support of a man who doesn’t bat an eye at “woman’s work” and does what he can to keep things running smoothly every day.
Do you ever find that you don’t always give your husband the credit he deserves for what he does? What has it taken for you to realize that you might be taking him for granted?
