A few weeks ago I was lamenting to Victoria how we seem to have fallen right back into traditional gender roles in our household. It should not have come as a surprise to me, what with Vick being a stay at home mom, but after many years of mixing and matching roles based on personal strengths rather than gender roles, I was somewhat irked by our lapse into traditionalism.
Irked until yesterday that is. Yesterday I washed sink-load after sink-load of dishes while Victoria sanded the cove stripe in preparation for a new coat of paint. I took care of the kids and looked after the domestic chores (poorly) while Victoria inflicted countless splinters on her paint dust covered hands.
Granted, when the anti-syphon valve on the head overflows, or the toilet plugs, I still get the call, but then that’s probably just playing to my strengths!
