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.
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.