I think the hours of housework for a married person with two kids would probably be closer to 20, especially without a housekeeper. I’m not sure where you’re getting 30 hours of childcare from. Childcare isn’t really a 9 to 5 job, it’s an ‘‘all day/all night/at any conceivable hour’’ kind of job. Based on the parents I know, you seem to be vastly underestimating the amount of time it takes to care for children. Hopefully some actual parents can chime in here.
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Women’s Liberation was about making choices.
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And how! I chose to marry a person who respects my time as much as I respect his.
My personal satisfaction means a lot, actually. As does my husband’s. Some people have no choice but to just ‘‘work for a paycheck’’ but we’re lucky enough to have options.
The problem with Everybody Loves Raymond (which I didn’t watch much) wasn’t Ray’s expectations and it wasn’t Debra’s. It’s that their expectations were not matched. If someone wants to slave away on child-rearing and housework while the other slaves away as an office drone, that’s their business. But they’d benefit from a conversation or six before they hook up, one in which expectations are clearly outlined and potential conflicts are addressed so that nobody gets stuck feeling overworked and under-appreciated.
It also comes down to a willingness to change or compromise. Sr. Weasel had to study for close to a year for his licensure exam, and it became overwhelming for him on top of his regular work duties, so I agreed to take on the majority of his regular responsibilities and completely took over managing the finances to ease the psychological burden as well. This meant me doing grocery shopping, which is a chore I absolutely despise, as well as home maintenance, from deck-staining to replacement light bulbs. I even did his errands, like taking his car in for an oil change. Now he passed his exam and is back to grocery shopping, thank Og, but I am pretty much still running the household. It’s hard enough without kids to pick up the slack for two people, especially because I have some neurological issues that make it difficult to stay organized. I have ADHD, epilepsy, PTSD and recurrent major depressive disorder. It’s much easier for some people to do that kind of work than it is for others.
Bottom line is, we are a team. When we encounter mismatches in expectations or one of us gets stressed, we help the other out. Sometimes he needs me to do more work, and sometimes I need him to do more work. What’s fair, or best, or justified, is what leads to us both feeling supported and appreciated. It bears mentioning that research indicates that when men share in household and child-rearing responsibilities, everyone in the family, including the man, is happier and healthier. The evidence suggests that the key to health and satisfaction in a couple is balance of responsibilities.
I credit this flexible approach with the long-term sustainability of my marriage. I’ve been living with him for fifteen years and he hasn’t thrown me out yet, despite the fact that our individual circumstances have changed, we’ve moved states, jobs, switched up who was the main breadwinner, you know, just adapting as necessary to new circumstances. Sometimes the arrangements weren’t fair, and one of us would say, ‘‘This is not fair,’’ and then we’d rework a new plan. So for us the arrangements are all very context-based.
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WOW! I find neither to be so, it’s work, no doubt, but far from horrible.
So, why did you choose to start a household and have children if you think so unkindly about it all?
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Sorry. The takeaway from this shouldn’t be, ‘‘I hate children,’’ it should be, ‘‘I hate housework.’’ I hate housework.
Housework exists with or without kids. That’s not something you can really avoid. Child-rearing adds to the drudgery of housework, but it has the benefits of you getting to spend time with a child, love and support and grow a human being, and in my view, is worth the added drudgery of extra laundry/dishes/shitty diapers whatever. I don’t have children yet. My husband and I are on an adoption waiting list and I have wanted kids for freaking ever. We have the nursery room cleared out and painted and we’re going nuts with the waiting. I am friends with a lot of parents my age, some men who do full time caretaking and some women who do, and some who have jobs and everything in between. They all love their children like crazy, but they pretty much universally agree that having children is a lot of monotonous thankless back-breaking labor. But of course the unifying theme is, it’s all worth it. I can’t think of anything truly satisfying I’ve ever done that wasn’t also a shit ton of work. So, I’m jumping on the train.