Comments on: "Strawmen" http://www.myjblog.com/archives/17 being Jewish, as a woman Mon, 16 Jan 2012 10:32:35 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: FemaleJewishBlogger http://www.myjblog.com/archives/17/comment-page-1#comment-16 FemaleJewishBlogger Fri, 16 Feb 2007 23:18:00 +0000 http://www.myjblog.com/?p=17#comment-16 Exactly!<br/>Except, I'm not sure why I'm trying to prove that I'm too busy to get housework done by not doing it...which sometimes happens...who suffers? All of us. Wheras if I actually do whatever I can, he does start to help. I'm not sure if it's that our relationship has been around longer, or if we trust each other more, but the positive one of us does definetly does spur the other spouse to do other positive things! Exactly!
Except, I’m not sure why I’m trying to prove that I’m too busy to get housework done by not doing it…which sometimes happens…who suffers? All of us. Wheras if I actually do whatever I can, he does start to help. I’m not sure if it’s that our relationship has been around longer, or if we trust each other more, but the positive one of us does definetly does spur the other spouse to do other positive things!

]]> By: mama o' the matrices http://www.myjblog.com/archives/17/comment-page-1#comment-15 mama o' the matrices Fri, 16 Feb 2007 01:00:00 +0000 http://www.myjblog.com/?p=17#comment-15 Hmm. Like the time I was sick of doing the dishes, so I left them. And left them. I was sure that at some point the Man would come into the kitchen, see all of the dishes and gasp, GETTING THE POINT.<br/><br/>Then, not only would he do dishes, he'd understand that I needed more help and would retrofit himself into someone who could do that.<br/><br/>Needless to say, I held out for three agonizing days (I hate clutter, hate it hate it hate it) - and he never even noticed.<br/><br/>Aaargh. But that was nine years ago...nowadays, he does the dishes and I do all of the cooking. And tonight (heh) we're going to have a talk about that. Hmm. Like the time I was sick of doing the dishes, so I left them. And left them. I was sure that at some point the Man would come into the kitchen, see all of the dishes and gasp, GETTING THE POINT.

Then, not only would he do dishes, he’d understand that I needed more help and would retrofit himself into someone who could do that.

Needless to say, I held out for three agonizing days (I hate clutter, hate it hate it hate it) – and he never even noticed.

Aaargh. But that was nine years ago…nowadays, he does the dishes and I do all of the cooking. And tonight (heh) we’re going to have a talk about that.

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