Sunday, September 19, 2010

I'm not marrying a maid,

I'm marrying you to share my life and not for you to do my work.!! were the exact words my love said to me when the discussion veered around doing house work, cooking, home keeping, etc. etc.

His willingness to share work aren't just hollow words or promises, he exemplifies his statement by helping me and assisting me in all my works. Be it buying groceries, house-hold items, cooking, housekeeping, everything. Earlier, being the feminist that I'm, I had decided I'd never do things that women are meant to do, forced to do or expected to do. I'll do what I like. His openness to do the 'women's' work was what made me shatter my notions about never doing such work. Now, I'm more than willing to do household work coz I like doing it and not because I'm 'supposed' to do it. We both like doing it. Be it making the bed, cooking, sweeping the house, cleaning the bathrooms, washing clothes, arranging utensils, ironing and setting the clothes in their places, shopping for and decorating our home.. When we do it together, we love it.. For us its a time to bond, to talk, to share tips from our mothers of making a house a wonderful home :)

And sometimes when I fall sick he becomes the mother of the house and takes care of all of us so well that I rest and sleep without a worry in my head and with the assurance that everything is in safe hands.



Thank you B.. heartfelt! I feel lucky!
Thank you so much love!

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