I often think of man-jobs, as being the ones outdoors, the ones that take brute strength, like mowing the lawns, taking out the garbage, painting, weed whacking etc. and yet the two 'men' who help me most around the home are:
Handy Andy - keeps my floors clean and disinfected
Mr Muscle - now he cleans my oven like nothing else!! Stinks worse than a sweaty man, yet turns grimy ovens into easy wipe off cleanness :) and Mr Muscle also does the spray and wipe :)
It's kind of odd, that even in the kitchen and general cleaning (women's work?) men are very helpful indeed. It's just lucky that I was wearing pretty purple rubber gloves, or I may have started to think that I was doing yet another blokey activity. (I mowed and applied weed killer as well today)
While doing said mowing, I did contemplate WHY I'd like a man around. I really don't know, he would be useful - I hope. but I don't really need anyone, i do most things. I do tire of being responsible for everything, i'd like to pass the car stuff off to someone else, but I'd also probably get pissy as guys are very good at dismissing my intelligence and make me feel inadequate. So a companion is what I'd like best. I miss being able to come home and discuss the days events, no matter how trivial & get cuddles - adult cuddles.
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