I hate it. Like a smear test it’s a necessity. You have to do it, there are no alternatives. You just have to get it done, or like a good bikini wax find a skilled technician (cleaner) to do it for you.
Household chores, tasks, whatever you want to call it. What a waste of time thinking or talking about it, right? I think I may be the exception. A thousand women, and probably more, clearly love it so much they had time to answer questions about it in a survey. I genuinely think my mother-in-law might have been one of them. After 4 years of knowing me, she is still pushing that I take up ironing.
Women apparently spend twice the time men do on household chores. The survey of working mothers found that, out of 54 common household tasks, women were chiefly responsible for 36 of them, 15 were shared by men and women, and just three were the preserve of men: changing light bulbs, taking the bins out and DIY.
Are the findings surprising? NO. Can I think of 54 household tasks? NO. Do I really care about who does what chores in my household? NO. The words ‘mad’ and ‘women’ spring to mind when you look at the results. In the words of my mother, ‘just get on with it and quit moaning’.
I really thought women were going places. We are now seen as more than just a womb. We have jobs, on occasion a ‘career’, hobbies, opinions and so much more. Yet some of us are still banging on about the household chores? Mumsnet and Woman’s hour I curse thee for taking us back about 100 years to even talk about this incredibly mundane subject.
Miriam Clegg wants what all men want, a profession, marriage, children, and an identity beyond being someone’s other half. She has it. But is she moaning about all the chores she does as well? No. She is cracking on with it like everything else in her life. Juggling many balls so to speak, including being wife to Nick Clegg, head of the Lib Dems. Can you imagine how hard that might be?
Who does the housework in my pile of bricks? Simple answer, the cleaner, me or my husband. A good cleaner is a necessity to keep my weekend as just that, not some sort of military style cleaning boot camp. I reckon the Clegg’s might have one too.
I, like Miriam married a capable, modern man (the little-shit) who does not expect me to be a domestic goddess chained to the sink whilst simultaneously hoovering and cooking. Besides I could not hoover as until recently I did not know where it was kept. I digress. We tend to work as a team, he cooks I chop, he mows the lawn, and I do the weeding. On Mondays I do the school pick up, on Tuesdays it’s his turn. You get the picture.
Sometimes tasks are carried out independently. It’s never analysed like a UN peace treaty, nor is it a source for one up man ship, arguments or any other forms of diva-like behaviour. Well not unless I put the dishwasher on when it’s half empty. This is his pet hate and has been known to cause a small squabble.
However, it is entirely true what they said about man tasks. I actually thought they were the law. Even a feminist such as me. I hold no shame, it’s a man’s world. I learnt the hard way. You see had I met my husband sooner I would not have spent 6 months cooking by candle light due to my total incompetence for changing light bulbs. Nor would I have had letters from the council about my overflowing bin despite my neighbour’s best efforts. And finally I would not have tried to drill a hole in the wall with a screwdriver attachment.
Is household chore management media worthy? No. Should it be a headline winning topic for journalists? No. But then neither should the stories relating to the naming of Katy Prices’ new baby. It’s life.
It’s simple. Household chores are like marmite or sprouts, you love them or loathe them. Either way, it’s best just to crack on and not moan. Channel your inner Miriam. No point playing the burning martyr you could cause a fire, and then how long would your list of household chores be?