The rotten thing about working full time and having a house is that things like laundry and general housework have to be done in the evenings or on the weekends. Although I’ve made my choice to work full time until the baby comes, and then I plan to work (write) part time from home, I still envy women who can stay home more often during the day. I wish I could just relax with Kevin in the evenings instead of feeling like there’s always things to do (boring things, like scrubbing the floors). And that’s what I did last night after dinner and dishes: I swept and vigorously mopped the entire downstairs (all our flooring downstairs is tile and wood laminate). While I did this, Kevin worked on our taxes. But I did interrupt him once to help me with the chicken.
Okay, I have a confession to make. I’ve always been grossed-out to touch raw meat. I know that sounds really immature and childish, but it’s true. (At least I’m an honest person!) Since being married, I’ve greatly overcome my grossed-out-ness (is that a word?). I don’t even use rubber gloves anymore, which is a major accomplishment.
Last night I prepared a whole chicken to place in the crock pot for dinner tonight. This is the first time I’ve bought a whole chicken. Usually I buy one already cut up or (most often) boneless, skinless chicken breast. After unwrapping the chicken, I realized that I would have to reach inside of it to pull out the giblets. Suddenly the room started to spin about me. It was too much for me to handle. So I called Kevin to come to my rescue. He rolled his eyes, reached in the chicken with his bare hand, and did the job. [Sigh of relief!] It’s so nice to have a husband who doesn’t share my weaknesses.
Later on in the evening, I started feeling a lot of pain in my lower abdomen (probably from all the vigorous mopping!). Kevin told me to lay down with the remote control and he would finish the ironing, which was my last project for the night. After some channel surfing, I went back and forth between the Food Network and the home decorating/ home improvement shows.
A: “This will be my downfall, when I’m home more often. I’m afraid I’ll become addicted to these shows and watch them all the time.”
K: “It’s better than soap operas, I guess.”
A: “Maybe I can make a rule for myself: I will allow myself to watch these shows only when I’m doing the ironing. That’s a great idea, isn’t it? [snicker] Then you’ll always have your shirts pressed.”
K: “Yeah, I’ll probably always have everything pressed. My underwear too!”
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I can totally relate to your feelings, Amy. I always tell Dan I need two of me: one to stay home during the day to do the cooking, cleaning, laundry and ironing, and one to go to work and run the errands and do the grocery shopping. Americans need to progress into the era of the Jetsons, where everyone has a Rosie the maid/vacuum/picker-upper/etc. ;)
You used rubber gloves to prepare meat?
Like most human beings, I have my own quirks. Yes, I used rubber gloves to handle raw meat. I would like to point out, however, that I've become tremendously mature in the past two years and I no longer do that. Maybe I'll eventually learn how to gut a chicken without batting an eye. (Baby steps, baby steps . . .)
Amy
Amy--Be careful of cleaners. Inhaling them while pregnant is not safe. Poor MJR. Not only did both our mothers be sure he knew that it was not safe for me to be around cleaners, but the very smell of them made me nauseous. As did all food. I lived on cucumbers and gingerale and lettuce my first trimester. So time for Kevin to start cleaning the bathroom!
:) rlr
Nathan says Kevin just needs to buy you a respirator (http://www.grizzly.com/products/item.cfm?itemnumber=g7870&). I think that's his plan for me so he doesn't have to handle any cleaners. ;)
Yesterday we watched a movie where people were fighting over a raw chicken, tossing it back and forth. I don't mind cutting one up for supper, but throwing it around the grocery store? Ewwwww.
Kevin doesn't iron his own shirts? Does he cook? Kevin, give your pregnant wife a break.
In Kevin's defense, I can't imagine him being more helpful, loving and supportive. And I'm really glad HE does the taxes - because that's the last thing I'd want to have to do!!
-Amy
Amy, you are not alone in the rubber gloves for raw meat club. I can daintily touch it now with a scrunched face, but to think of sticking my hand in there, you might as well be asking me to prepare the disgusting thing from the chopping block ... I remember Sarah once preparing ham burger at my condo during our slumber party, I didn't want to go near it until it was done. Thank God she was able to prep it so we could all eat a nice meal! :)
Amy - I'm new here, found you at the Proverbial Wife. Just wanted to share the bad news - even when you are at home full time, your nights and weekends are not for relaxing. And you might have less time for floors and ironing than you do now.
There, it's out. :) But it's nice to dream about anyway...
Megan
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