helps with household chores.
Ah. The good old chore war. It’s a never-ending battle isn’t it? In my view, it’s the clutter’s way of dividing us. It really is the enemy. I know it multiplies while I’m at work, oblivious to its sinister ways.
I helped Diva clean the kids’ room last week. When we were done, she wanted to take a picture of it. I asked, “So you can remember what it looks like clean?” “Yes,” she replied. I hung my head in shame.
Even though I do more housework than James, he does pitch in. Sometimes he even does it without me asking. That gets him extra points.
I was reading about chore division in a parent’s magazine recently, and some women were really angry. Not that I never get angry at my husband – Lord knows I’m no saint – but I felt these women were right to be angry. They said their husbands didn’t lift a finger. So then I felt guilty for being angry when James does help.
My biggest problem is that I get overwhelmed easily. So I either get irritated or I hide out and do nothing. (Doing nothing is what I’m opting for at the moment.) And when I get overwhelmed, I find it hard to communicate this. First of all, I would have to admit I’m weak and can’t handle all that needs to be done, and as a supermom, that just cannot be. Second, I would have to ask for help, which is also not my strength. So I get all passive-aggressive, mopey, pouty, and basically act like an ass until he reluctantly pokes his head out of his office to give me the help I need.
Now if I just say, honey, I have a list a mile long in my head of what needs to be done and I’m not sure how to get it all done in the next two hours before we need to go to bed, can you help me, then he would tell me to breathe and let him take a couple things off my list. He’s my rock. So I’ll try that strategy next time, and I’ll let you know how it goes.
I love it when James helps out. It shows he cares about me and our family and is really a partner is this whole marriage/kids/life adventure.
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