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My husband does all the housework. All of it. Why? Well, aside from the fact that he’s perfectly awesome in every way, he does it because someone has to do it. It’s not always fun, and he would definitely rather be playing video games or something more fun, but he does it for our family. He does it for me.
And I don’t say thank you enough. You see, a couple of years ago I decided to make a real run at this whole full time blogger thing, and I bit off a lot. More than I could ever chew on my own. When you work from home, you never stop working. And I still have that daughter to raise, so something sort of had to give.
He was working full time, and going to school full time. It was tough. And the dishes piled, the laundry piled. Before I knew it, we were doing the whole “buy new underwear since we didn’t have any clean pair to wear” thing. Something had to give, so he cut some of his work hours and started managing our house.
I’ve managed the house before. It’s more than a full time job, and now he’s doing it while he goes to school. I help when I can, but the majority of the burden is falling on him. And that’s okay.
It’s not the fifties anymore. Families are splitting up chores, we’re doing what we can to make it work, and he knows what I know– this is his season to clean and it’s my season to work. Life is long, and things change in the blink of an eye. But for now at least, he’s picking up the slack around here.
Floors are his least favorite part. Well, they WERE his least favorite part until he got the big green Swiffer Box! Now he likes seeing how shiny he can get them. (So shiny.)
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