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Allegra
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I do all the laundry when I get to it. Anyone who is unhappy with my schedule is free to do their own. (Which doesn’t happn often.)
No, I don’t do his laundry.My husband just saw this thread and has a legitimate question that I may or may not start another thread.
How many wives mow the lawn or take care of car maintenance?
My husband hates mowing the lawn but he does it because he sees it as his responsibility.
Good point.PS- I don’t iron.
With wash&wear materials now the norm I rarely need to iron anything, but if anything needs ironing–a blouse of mine or one of his shirts I do it because he just doesn’t know how. I’d hate to have him ruin a piece of clothing over supposed “women’s right.” Ha! Not that anyone here has said they won’t because of female rights.Good point.
I totally forgot…I don’t iron either. Never have and I never will.
If my husband has a shirt to iron then he does it.
Thinking back.Of course now I do all of the laundry which, due to incontinence issues , has to be done every day.
Marriage is about working together.
Peace
James
My husband is just a better ironer then I am anyway.With wash&wear materials now the norm I rarely need to iron anything, but if anything needs ironing–a blouse of mine or one of his shirts I do it because he just doesn’t know how. I’d hate to have him ruin a piece of clothing over supposed “women’s right.” Ha! Not that anyone here has said they won’t because of female rights.![]()
yea - Ironing…blech…Good point.
I totally forgot…I don’t iron either. Never have and I never will.
If my husband has a shirt to iron then he does it.
This sounds sort of like us when we first married…Yes, I do all of the household laundry, including folding…This is how I prefer it, I’m actually quite picky about how I like the laundry to be washed and folded. My husband tends to not separate the whites from the darks and when he fold socks he tends to just put two random socks together and call it good. By, Me solely doing the laundry saves us marital discord.
That’s always been the way in our household also. I’m usually the one who does the laundry, and since we’re empty nesters it’s only DH’s and mine. If DH needs something specific washed, he’ll usually do it unless I happen to be doing a load.I don’t get this whole separate thing about laundry. we have always done “family” laundry. it is way easier. We also do family folding. Other than a few things clothes are clothes. my t-shirts or jeans or dress pants are just like his and just like my kids and they all go in the same load.![]()
You would make a great fiction writer. Hope you didn’t have to live all that. God Bless, MemawI would have to if I had no one to help in the house; You know how it is back here Kelvin. The wife goes to the field to dig with baby at her back, She comes back with firewood on her head, dashes to the river to collect water with which to wash and cook. Does the washing, sweeps the house and compound. Now she starts thinking in terms of food.
If she is lucky, there will be some millet or maize flour ready and all she needs will be some vegetables from the little plot she keeps behind the kitchen. She prepares that and since it is now evening, she feeds her baby, feeds herself after putting aside a generous amount for her husband who left on his bicycle very early in the morning without saying where he was going. She did not ask him where ; she knows better than to ask.
She went to sleep only to wake up to a kick on her legs. The husband is home. He wants his food. She is so tired, she tells him where the food is. He will have none of that. He must be served properly by the wife in his own house. His voice becomes threatening. She quickly gets up, hoping against hope that the food is still warm. Yes it is, She had covered it ever so carefully, because the fire in the fireplace had long since gone out and to light it again at this hour would only irked him some more.
She placed the food before him with all the due respect an African woman is supposed to show her husband. But today, there was no pleasing him. One look at the dish and he gave her a single blow that sent her sprawling and cowering against the single central pillar of their tiny mud hut. Her fault? The vegetable dish. Why is she always cooking vegetables for him ? Is he a goat? Does he even look like one?
It could happen![]()