RhetoricalImpulse
Rhetorical Impulse
RhetoricalImpulse

This. I had a freelance work-from-home job that everyone I described it to thought was absolutely the dream, but I was very unhappy with it. I was shut in my house all day, alone, couldn't distinguish between my "working hours" and "leisure hours" (my pay was directly connected to how much I produced, so I always felt

that's the thing about kids: they're fun and very rewarding much of the time but still exhausting. Like, imagine going to a theme park and then pulling a shift volunteering at your favorite charity, and then cooking a badass meal. At the end of it, you probably had a lot of fun, felt accomplished and overall had a

And Dad probably isn't the one on Babycenter so guess who is the one coordinating potty training and weaning the binky and knows when it's time to transition to a bed from a crib and...

And interviewing a babysitter and finding a contractor when something needs to be fixed and remember to pack for teacher appreciation day and attending parent teacher conferences and...

if you can afford it, get a housekeeper once a month. Breezy decision ever made, seriously. Even every other month. I knew the baseboards would never be cleaned otherwise in my house.

Yep - I can't tell you how many times I've heard "he's working so hard to support the family."

I hear ya. I think a lot of people don't realize the whole routine we have to cram into a couple hours after work before the kids go to bed. My husband seems to think I pick my son up and we just play for two hours - nope, I have to cram meals and the bedtime routine into 2 hours. And our house is never clean because

That counts, of course - but one project that takes a couple hours on the weekend (because the things you mentioned aren't done every day or even every week), compared to the daily tidying/dish scrubbing/cooking/laundry/etc aren't really on the same level.

I found that my husband and I did a lot better about sharing household duties when we were both working full-time. We had a period where we both worked part-time, sporadically and could never seem to agree who should do what. That, on top of money issues (since, again, part-time sporadic work) and we had several

It's a symptom of my anxiety, I know, but I have this feeling like if people see my house unkempt it will reflect on how well I'm keeping my life together in general, you know? I've had a lot of big, life-upending events in the past couple years and I'm trying to send the "EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROL NOW" message. I

It's definitely largely social conditioning, not just "meh the lady will do it." At least not consciously.

True, but it doesn't always last long. We have a house cleaner come once a month, and it's AMAZING... for a few days. Two dogs and a toddler means the clutter piles up quickly and the carpets are never clean.

I actually don't have judgy friends, or even have people over often enough to judge - a lot of it is perception, but realizing that doesn't make it go away. Like it or not, women are conditioned to believe that they are the housekeepers, and therefore if the house is gross it's because they are the ones slacking.

This is me and my husband! If I'm at home in the evenings I always feel like there's more I should be doing. Even when I go "screw it, I can take care of the dishes in the morning" it still feels guilty somehow. Or I'll go to the kitchen to grab a beer and notice how dirty the kitchen is and feel blah.

I feel this way sometimes too - my husband works much longer hours than me so I do a lot of the housework and childcare. So we both "work" until 8-9pm, it's just that his work is in the office and mine is at home.

HATE. That's just a happy spin to the old male narrative: "I don't care about the mess, why should I be responsible for cleaning it up?"

Eh, I didn't read it that way. She didn't say she believed God's payback was to give her a child with Autism, but that God's payback was to give her child Autism. Seems like semantics, but actually a big distinction.

I felt the same way. This is just sad.

I really want to get the Coolsculpting done.

Me too. ALL THE INDIAN FOOD. I also used sriacha like it was ketchup.