There’s only so much a person can do. There’s working full-time, with all the stresses and worries. There’s an hour commute, each way. Sometimes life is too much without adding additional housework on top.
My father never lifted a hand around the house. I think I remember him cooking maybe one or two meals. (in my lifetime.) Actually, I don’t really remember him cooking, but I think he must have. Certainly, he never helped with the cleaning, yard work, let alone washing dishes or laundry.
I grew up thinking that house work was women’s work, even after my mom resumed working part-time and then close to fulltime. By then I was out of school, and my dad still put in his 40 hours a week and no more around the house.
Times are different now, of course, and since my wife also works, then we split up the housework. She would do the laundry; I’d vacuum and do the dishes. I’d clean the toilet and the bathroom and she’d fight back against the clutter on the table. She’d prepare breakfasts and I’d do the bulk of dinners.
But now, with my loving wife at 7 weeks, her morning sickness is worse than with her previous pregnancies. After all day at her work and then the commute back, she’s exhausted. I have the same schedule and commute, but there aren’t floods of hormones flowing around my body, so it’s business as normal for me.
Work is pretty much all she can handle, so it’s not realistic to ask her to put any time into the house. I noticed last night that after I had gone home, fixed dinner for us, put her down for a nap, started a load of laundry before running out to my pottery class and then coming home to do the dishes, finish the laundry and vacuum; that the balance has tilted to about 95% me.
I guess that means I don’t “help” with the housework anymore. I “do” the housework and she helps when she’s got the energy. I growl at her when she tries to help, anyway. Her job now is to make a safe home for Beta-chan and getting tired doing something which I can do isn’t the best thing. Besides, I love taking care of her and finding ways of making dinners which she can eat.
For the pregnancy, so far, so good. The doctor thinks we should be able to see the baby next week. The Ob-gyn is great, although the stupid hospital regulations could drive you nuts. They won’t let me in the room when she has an ultrasound done “from below.” Good god. The other doctor allowed me to be there. She’s got a sheet over her legs and I’m by her head. Of the off-chance that I were to see something, you can’t possible think that it would be the first time I’ve seen her nakkid body, is it? Japan has a problem with a shrinking population. You would think that husbands should be encouraged to see their wives in the buff.
My second fulltime job is reassuring her that all if fine. While there isn’t anyway to know that, worrying doesn’t help.