TexDanm
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We pretty well share chores. A few decades ago my wife was gripping because I wasn't doing my share. So I asked her what she hated doing the most. We worked out a deal and now she cooks most of the time and I clean up the kitchen. I do most of the washing, drying, and hanging clothes and she does the folding. I do most of the picking up and putting things away and she is in charge of sweeping, mopping, and vacuuming.
We are not obsessive about any of it though. I think that it is a generational thing. Our Mothers were both pure old-school housewives that didn't work outside of the home. They took a lot of pride in keeping a neat house and cooking. You can do that if you don't have to juggle work with chores. The downside, at least to me, was that it wasn't comfortable living in a showroom. The magazines, carefully fanned out on the coffee table, were not to be messed with. You did NOT put your feet up on the coffee table or set a glass on it. You could eat off the floor or any other surface in the house.
She cooked a 5-course meal every night except Sunday. On Sunday she went all out for Sunday lunch. There was no such thing as dirty clothes. They got washed almost as soon as they came off your body! It was almost like magic. You could nearly take off a shirt and throw it and it would never hit the floor before it was grabbed and you were yelled at. At that time a woman took a lot of pride in the fact that anyone could walk in the door at any time and the house was neat and clean.
I am a voracious reader and so my areas have magazines on the table beside my chair and they are not fanned nor always evenly stacked. We eat in the living room most nights now that it is just the two of us. That was never allowed when I was a kid except for my Dad's popcorn. On Saturday night he popped popcorn and we were allowed to eat that in the living room.
Our house is NOT showroom clean. I much prefer to be comfortable in my home rather than always prepared for inspection. It has worked for 46 years so it is probably going to go on until we are done and ready to start over again. I told my wife not long ago while I was in the hospital that one lifetime was not enough and that I would wait for her so we could come back together and do it all again.
We are not obsessive about any of it though. I think that it is a generational thing. Our Mothers were both pure old-school housewives that didn't work outside of the home. They took a lot of pride in keeping a neat house and cooking. You can do that if you don't have to juggle work with chores. The downside, at least to me, was that it wasn't comfortable living in a showroom. The magazines, carefully fanned out on the coffee table, were not to be messed with. You did NOT put your feet up on the coffee table or set a glass on it. You could eat off the floor or any other surface in the house.
She cooked a 5-course meal every night except Sunday. On Sunday she went all out for Sunday lunch. There was no such thing as dirty clothes. They got washed almost as soon as they came off your body! It was almost like magic. You could nearly take off a shirt and throw it and it would never hit the floor before it was grabbed and you were yelled at. At that time a woman took a lot of pride in the fact that anyone could walk in the door at any time and the house was neat and clean.
I am a voracious reader and so my areas have magazines on the table beside my chair and they are not fanned nor always evenly stacked. We eat in the living room most nights now that it is just the two of us. That was never allowed when I was a kid except for my Dad's popcorn. On Saturday night he popped popcorn and we were allowed to eat that in the living room.
Our house is NOT showroom clean. I much prefer to be comfortable in my home rather than always prepared for inspection. It has worked for 46 years so it is probably going to go on until we are done and ready to start over again. I told my wife not long ago while I was in the hospital that one lifetime was not enough and that I would wait for her so we could come back together and do it all again.