If the cloth tag says “hand wash” or “dry clean only”, its means help but if it says like the above cloth-line ‘ Give it to your Woman, ITS HER JOB’, its time to scissor the thought as well as the cloth in pieces.
Honestly, for the initial twenty years of my life, I never saw my Dad participating in any household chores. He would always do things which required an outdoor visit, mechanical fixings or physical repairs. In fact in the early years of my life I grew up thinking that- ‘this was a man’s job and that was a woman’s job’. To say the least, I sensed an imbalance inside my own house. I sincerely did not like the fact that my Dad, whom I loved and respected so much was not helping Mum in the house when they both were working. Of course there were many things that Dad was doing and Mum was not but still I felt why was cooking, cleaning and laundry only her job.
I looked for answers and gradually as I grew up, I often questioned Dad. Sometimes I even told him that he should realize that he is the lucky one that mum doesn’t complain and let him have all the fun, for I wouldn’t let my husband have these privileges. To this my father used to laugh and reply- Of course, man and wife should share household responsibilities. I do not do the laundry and the cooking only because your Mum does it too well.
And pat would come my reply- Daddy, please find me a husband like you but additionally please ensure he is really good with cooking and doing the laundry too…
Well as destiny would have it, my Dad let me have my choice. And when you are head over heels in love, you tend to forget some serious things. Before I could discuss cooking and laundry with hubby, the nuptials were already done. Gradually, the laundry bag began to pile up in one corner of our newly built bedroom. Both of us smartly ignored it for as many days as possible because marriage anyways brings lots of new clothes. I waited till I had worn the last gaudy suit from my closet.
On the fourth Sunday after our marriage, I woke up to a throbbing headache. In the night before I had felt jittery because it was the first day when I had to wake up to the responsibilities of the house. We had planned this Sunday to ourselves consciously taking a break from the family lunches and dinners. As I sat rubbing my eyes, suddenly they twinkled at the sight of the empty laundry bag. Just then Hubby walked in the room with a cup of coffee and said- ‘do not worry about your clothes, I am really good with laundry. I realized I could hear a distant noise of the washing machine in full gear.
Since then we do not have a rule of the house that its ‘His job’ or ‘My job’. Sometimes its only him, sometimes its only me and quite many times we do the laundry together. I must confess in the last three years, I have picked up lots of laundry gyaan from him too.
- Choice of good detergent
- Separation of the colors
- Bleaching or Starching
- Use of water at proper temperature for different clothes
- Ways of putting clothes in the dryer, etc
- Folding and stacking of clothes
Believe me the conversations that have happened over laundry have helped us gel better. I must tell you the best, now even my Dad helps Mum with the laundry… yes and they enjoy it much like their walks, shopping and cuppa of tea together.
Tell your spouses-‘Lets talk over the laundry’
Laundry can be a great team activity on Sundays. Try luring your husbands and if they don’t listen, get a big white chart sheet, write the below in bold and stick it inside/outside your husband’s wardrobe.
If you don’t do laundry today, I’m gonna have to buy new clothes tomorrow. Remember I have your credit cards and I am good with remembering your secret numbers too.
Below are the startling stats from Ariel which I do not want to agree to but I know they hold in true.
Honestly I know a lot of my friends whose hubby love doing the laundry just like mine. I am sure the other men who still haven’t taken a liking for laundry can try giving it a attempt. Who knows you may start loving it soon… 😉