Call me sexist, call me old-fashioned …
But I tend to be a pink and blue and yellow jobs kind of lass.
Yellow jobs are everybody jobs (although most often done by The Atlas) – dishwashing, toilet cleaning, laundry…
Blue jobs are man jobs (always done by The Atlas, except under extreme duress!) – eg – compost, outdoor jobs, fixing stuff, technical stuff – I don’t want to do them and I don’t care how many women have burned their bras to prove I can – I don’t like ’em.
Pink jobs are jobs that require some appreciation of aesthetics (These are MY domain) eg – bed making, he can do it but it never looks nice, baking, and actually I must confess I am the most efficient iron wielder in the house-hold, table setting for ‘company’, menu planning…
The Atlas is super capable and he certainly does a better job at the dishes – bench is always spotless when he is finished and his toilet cleaning leaves mine far behind (pun intended, possibly!)
Neither of us dust.
But as he said to me this evening ‘there’s a butcher in every man’. Dressed in my yummy mummy apron, listening to music and chopping a lamb leg. He’s all man.
I like our approach to the house. Yes it might seem stereotypical but it’s a happy balance and I am NOT going to start putting the compost out – I’m too busy licking chocolate brownie mixture off my fingers.
My man has his role in the kitchen but it’s well-defined.