When Momma goes to work, all hands do NOT pitch in.
That is my reality.
Before kids came into the picture, Mike and I both worked full time jobs and we both did the housework.
I am not a women's-libber. I believe it is the place for the woman to be in the house, making it a home, if it is at all possible in this day and age we live in. The woman raises the children and cooks the meals and does the laundry and all that stuff.
But I also believe that if the woman has to work outside the home, then the household chores should be split-up. Although, she is still responsible for the home overall. Even if she has slave labor-um, er, I mean children.
Mike told me that if I got a job outside the home, that he would take over some of the housework to help out. Well, lets see what he's done since I've been subbing 3-4 days a week this past month: Dishes? Nope. Laundry? Nada. Vacuum or sweep? Of course....NOT! Make the bed? Yeah, right! Tidy the house? What????
You get the picture. If fact, he has been very busy: playing Call of Duty on the XBox 360, playing myspace apps, riding 4wheeler, taking naps, talking on phone to his buddies, did I mention taking naps?
So. I'm pulling double duty right now. Working and managing the household. It's a bit rough and I'm not inviting anyone over anytime soon. And I'm not allowing any cameras inside these walls. We are not going to capture this on film for posterity. No, sirree.
I'm not dissin' my homeboy. Really! I still love him beyond words. What can I say? He's a man and he's set in his ways. He likes living with "mommy" and having his underwear picked up for him these past 12 years.
I'm just telling you why I'm not posting as often as I'd like to. I'm filling you in on the blank spots of my life.
"Mi vida loca." My crazy life. That 'bout explains it.