If you had a colleague who behaved like
that, I would advise you to put in your papers. If you had parents who behaved
like that you would lose no time in getting out from under as soon as you could
but one can never figure out what happens to you with marriage. You take so
much crap and you are expected to eat it with a fork and spoon and say “yum”.
There are those who
are dismissive of their wives because they are housewives. Housewifery is a
highly skilled profession. You have to deal with situations of life and death,
literally. You have to sleep with one eye open and one ear cocked even in your
deepest sleep.
Especially in your deepest sleep because that’s when the shit really happens with babies and young children. That’s when fevers rise, convulsions happen, coughing fits that end in projectile vomiting and worse vomiting that just overflows like a lab experiment gone wrong, when the child is sleeping on his back. He could choke and die on his own vomit, so the housewife’s antennae are finely tuned to every slight change in the normal sounds of the night.
Especially in your deepest sleep because that’s when the shit really happens with babies and young children. That’s when fevers rise, convulsions happen, coughing fits that end in projectile vomiting and worse vomiting that just overflows like a lab experiment gone wrong, when the child is sleeping on his back. He could choke and die on his own vomit, so the housewife’s antennae are finely tuned to every slight change in the normal sounds of the night.
You do all this, wake
bright and early, face washed and clean, make breakfast, whle making lightning
calculations of what has to be done and when, a tight schedule which has to be
flexible enough to fit in last minute emergency situations and acts of God.
There’s no peace
after the animals troop off to school, college and office. You have to wash the
breakfast things, sort out lunch and dinner requirements, get ready for the
daily grind of picking up clothes, shoes, books, and assorted stuff that the
animals left behind. You have to start cleaning, dusting, mopping, polishing,
then cooking; they come back for lunch, but if you are lucky they all troop in from
5 onwards.
You have to get tea
ready and it has to be high tea because the animals are hungry and determined
to tell you what happened during the day if they are young and trusting enough.
The older ones who think you are a glorified servant ignore you and go up to
their rooms to get online and chat with their friends. Time to get dinner
ready, it has to be flawless, because the man of the house has been putting his
arse out there to earn money to feed you and your children. He eats it like it
has been slightly poisoned.
And then it’s time to clear up after the
animals have been fed, they rush off to do important things, like listen to the
news, do homework, download all the episodes of a 10-year serial. You clear up,
wash, dry, stack away, wipe, keep things out for breakfast tomorrow, get ready
for bed. He’s there with a glint in his eye. This is the only time he makes eye
contact with you and actually smiles. That’s because he’s going to get laid and
you think…
Well I don’t know what the wife thinks… But I think after slogging
the entire fucking day, with no word of appreciation and no salary, no time off
and no sick leave, she still has to get fucked? The next morning it starts over
again. All over again until death do them part.