But today things are different. Most women have to carry full time jobs as well just make ends meet. So if a man today wants everything in order he sometimes has to jump in and pull his own weight.
I'm very thankful for my husband, because he helps clean and do laundry; the mess bothers him a lot more than me, so if he sees something not getting done he does it himself.
He's not much of a chef, but I would rather cook than clean, so I'll compromise. I would love to have the opportunity to be one of those old-fashioned “Susie Homemakers,” but with four kids needing a dollar here and there, it's not looking too promising. And little boys are bad about pawning stuff off on their little sisters. Boys must be born with a gene to make them feel like a woman has to do everything.
I think that way, then I begin to wonder if it's really us moms who train little boys to depend on us too much, that we go into raising our boys to think automatically that mom's going to do it for them.
Boys, it seems, are wired to get into all the dirt and mud they can, to take all kinds of risks, and we moms think that's just too awful, so we start them at a very young age with doing a lot of stuff for them that heads all that off. This is getting too deep for me, but maybe you know what I'm trying to say.
Clay really stirred up a real mess for Shelby to clean up the other night at a friend's house. They have a tire swing the kids love. Clay got on first, and then it was Shelby's turn.
In just a few minutes, Shelby was screaming. I had never heard a scream like that come from her. I jumped to the rescue, not knowing what was coming.
Clay had stirred up a red wasp nest and left them swarming for Shelby to take the hits. They stung her three times. Clay said he saw them; he just swatted at them and made them go away.
No, Clay; you just made them mad!






