hubby woes

someone had posted a status message on facebook which read 'in the novel called marriage the hero dies in the first chapter' or something like this. this bugged me no end. why are men so convinced that they are the martyrs in the holy matrimony. they do not have to do dihes, cook, wash clothes, take responsibility for putting things in order and their designated places, do the beds, clean and dust the house, have a word with the maids an other help and raise the kids. All they ever do is tell you the doer how to do the stuff. even if they do something around the house, it is not for the family but a favour to you.

they spend most of their time out of doors and yet when they walk in you are supposed to drop everything that you are doing and rush to their side an dfan them. ask them how their day was, dnt bother with yours- you must have been busy with the routine.

cuddle the baby for exactly 5 minutes after which the poor thing will get irritated with all the coochie-cooing and start cry and then hand her over to the doer to pacify and (again) drop everything that you might be doing to take the nosiy kid away from them so that they can relax after a hard day of work, pressure and tensions.

agreed that men have pressures as varied as the colours of the rainbow and from different quarters (read demanding wife plus the noisy kid, pestring parents, complaining subordinates, defiant pig for a boss and so on) but when will they wake up to the simple fact that life has things beyond the pressures. you just need to open your heart a little bit more. i think having an interest in life helps in tehis regard.

you need to direct your energies somewhere else from the point of tiredness and irritability to rest your spirits.

Comments

Prerna said…
I hear you sister! :D

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