I identify as a homemaker, obviously, and I glory sometimes in playing up the frilly, old-fashioned connotations thereof. I love my ruffled aprons (I love them so much that I need to make another, or see if I can talk my friend Lyd into making me one in exchange for goodies.) I wear dresses more often than not. I love the imagery of the 1950s housewife. Yeah, I’m a girly girl.
But being a homemaker in the 21st century isn’t a solely female province and I say thank goodness for that. I came home tonight to the Cat-Herder making fried rice, bread rising in the oven; he gets home a bit earlier than me and decided to get dinner started so I could write. (I’m heavy in the throes of my next book.) He does a lot of the bread-baking these days, because it’s a task he enjoys. Kneading, he says, is soothing. He likes to cook, too–certain dishes are decidedly his specialities. We both clean. Okay, neither of us clean as much as we feel should happen, but if we didn’t both pitch in, we’d be far worse off. I’m the gardener. He helps dig new beds and he mows the lawn. I’m trying to get him to let me mow the lawn, in fact, because it’s a chore he really hates, but I think he thinks of it as a man’s job. Like baking.
We’re not the only humans regularly in residence in the house. The House-Geek, a dear friend of the family, is around most weekends. (He lives in a place so small he has to go into the hall to change his mind, so he comes to us for a taste of homey goodness and the company of cats.) He largely “earns his keep” by making sure the computers are behaving, but he’ll occasionally make us something Asian and knock-your-socks-off spicy for dinner, and if the Cat-Herder’s uniforms are hung very neatly indeed, we know the House-Geek pitched in on the laundry.
The idealized 1950s housewife has her allure. Often I feel I’m falling short because I can’t “do it all,” and do it while prettily dressed and wearing heels, to boot. Honestly, though, I’m not sure I could work outside, write, tend a garden the size of ours and do all the traditionally “female” chores. The work of making a home, when one must work outside the home, can easily take two or more. I consider myself blessed that the guys see this.
Now if we could only train the cats to clean their own litter boxes, we’d be in great shape!
How do you divide the labor at your house?








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