I see more and more younger women deciding to go back to the more traditional roles and it does my heart good.
Whoever put a ring on her finger is a very lucky man these days
Bustednuckles
Documenting The Death Of America
I see more and more younger women deciding to go back to the more traditional roles and it does my heart good.
Whoever put a ring on her finger is a very lucky man these days
I’d lose my man card if I was married to her, I actually enjoy doing dishes and cooking and I don’t mind at all doing laundry and folding and vacuuming? If you want it done right, do it myself, because for one I can lift and move furniture away to get under them. I have never balked at sharing household chores and I even do a better job at cleaning the bathroom and toilet.
Ha, said what I said below before reading your comment
This x 1000. She’s nuts.
Give it time . . . .
In a few years she’ll be singin a completely different refrain, ‘specially if she gets a job makin more money than he does.
Conversations might shift from “that’s my job” or “that’s your job” to “It’s your turn.”
There’s this woman who’s been followin me around since 1961. Can’t shake her. Makes life good, tho.
Now there ARE a few things I WON’T do, such as dusting or changing diapers or folding laundry . . . but the honeymoon’s been over for decades and what we have now is a partnership.
If she’s sick, or when she was workin at a jewelry counter, or when she goes someplace to visit friends or grandkids for a few days, I don’t hesitate to wash my bed linen, clean up the kitchen after I feed myself, sweep the floor if it reallly NEEDS it.
Partners look out for each other. She sure’s hell took care of ME a lotta times. An’ besides . . . if I lost her, I’d hafta do all that stuff ennyhow.
If I had one like that, she would love to see the headboard up close, then farther back, they up close, then farther back…
What? Build her a rocking horse?
Hey…never thought of doing it on a rocking horse!
Time to hit the wood tools…
Wife has cerebral palsy, so yeah all of those are my job! Wouldn’t be much of a husband, or a man, if I didn’t do them.
Bullshit, unless she is a stay-at-home mom. Then, the traditional rolls work. It takes two to keep a household functioning if both partners work.
Even if they don’t Judy.
True
She would not like me, 3 for 3. Because, if you want something done right ya gotta do it yourself.
My Dad would joke about me and my brothers being raised to be batchelors, I was the youngest and married first. He would say Bear Claw broke ranks. Glad I’m a batchelor again.
Rock on! I could work around those criteria. Buuuutttt…… Me ,single. (grunt)Me no get food, me dirty if me no fix it! Clean plate, clean clothes, goood. Hungry, stinky, dirty, baaad.
Sorry but i do all three. With three GSPs running around the house everyday the vacuum works. I ve been washing my own clothes since i got out of the Navy in the early 80s and i wash my own breakfast dishes every morning and it doesn’t bother me a bit im not her type.
Since my wonderful wife of 49 years is barely mobile with a back inflicted (with too much pain) on her from hell and killer COPD/asthma, I’ll just pick up some extra duty, smile and get it done.
Scary trip to the emergency room last night for rescue breathing treatment. When the nebulizer and rescue inhalers don’t work, it’s time to shit and git!
BUT FIRST, we call 911, they send a 400 pound, semi mobile puddle of med tech, as he is coming up the steps, I smell fwench whore house on steroids, Sherry is deathly allergic to some fragrances (never know which ones till she seizes up). I stop him, explain the situation, he’s surprised but handles it, he retreats. The fine looking 23ish year old fem med tech, cops an instant, big attitude about how I’ve just insulted her partner. I explain my wifes allergic reaction to fragrances, doesn’t seem to comprehend, re explain, no good, she doubles down on hurt feelings. I’m now pointing out it’s physics, not feelings. No comprendo. More moronic back and forth. Me, fuck this, “Get the fuck out of here!”, never called her any names.
Today I need to call the sheriff (we did shoulder therapy together) and explain my version of why I’m “a dangerous, threatening, individual.” to The Authorities.