"Why am I still doing the housework?"

It is 2015…right?

Something is amiss in my so-called ‘fabulous’ life.

I have a husband whom I love, three beautiful children, a dog, a cat, a roof over my head, a brilliant career as a freelance writer and sometimes TV commentator, and yet my life still revolves around loads and loads and loads of laundry.

What gives?

I feel like a long-time feminist whose just given up on equality due to the circumstances. The reality is that my petrol-tanker-driver husband who works 12 hours a day from 3am to 3pm one week, and 3pm to 3am the next, as well as Sundays, just isn’t around enough to help. I work less, and mostly from home, so it falls on me.

And I really, really resent it.

All I’m missing is a helper like this.

Maybe I’m just a whinger.

Maybe I just need to suck it up and get it done.

Wah, wah, wah, you have to do housework. Welcome to the club. Not all of us live a fantasy life filled comprised of equal division of household chores.

There’s no solution so just get it done?

You want the kids to have clean school uniforms for next week? Then put a load on, hang it out in time to dry, get it down before it rains and fold it before it wrinkles.

At least you can do the folding in front of the TV.

The Hilda (Household, Income and Labour Dynamics in Australia) survey was released last year and confirmed the fact that women are saddled with majority of domestic duties whilst Aussie men needed to step the hell up.

The Guardian suggested in its article, Australian men are leaners not lifters in the housework department, a continuing inequality between the sexes.

Well yes, we all know that, but identifying the problem isn’t going to get the laundry done, or the sweeping, or the mopping or the grocery shopping…

So here I am living my fabulous life filled with increasing equal opportunities for both sexes, unless the opportunity in question is the loading or unloading of a dishwasher.

Perhaps this isn't a gender issue, but a issue more to do with my relationship dynamic, or the kind of work my husband does. Who knows. Maybe I just have to wait a few more years until my children aged 11, seven and five are old enough to help in a way that is actually helpful.

The bottom line is that I have to go now because the sun is out and rain is forecast for this afternoon and if I don't get all the washing on the line, like NOW, then we will all run out of undies, and boys and girls alike will be disadvantaged by that in the Porte home.

How do you divide up the housework in your home? Do you feel it is fair?

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