tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post6851822245518961958..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: The distribution of labourElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-57785503861410454232013-06-22T20:23:18.022+10:002013-06-22T20:23:18.022+10:00There's a dead mouse but you're choosing t...There's a dead mouse but you're choosing to leave it where it is and hope that someone else removes it.<br />That's the kind of thinking I just do not understand. I would just remove the mouse. Similarly, if someone else were to discover dog pee or anything else (dead mouse)I would expect the discoverer to do the cleanup. <br />Re next post: Put your mind at ease and find out exactly what a prolapse is. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-64915767655942133562013-06-20T00:50:19.446+10:002013-06-20T00:50:19.446+10:00I'd love someone to fight with about the divis...I'd love someone to fight with about the division of labour.sarah toahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12412812914705725798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-33317560234368680292013-06-19T16:45:08.725+10:002013-06-19T16:45:08.725+10:00This seemingly 'sexist' issue has often ba...This seemingly 'sexist' issue has often baffled me. While it would appear men and women are equally capable it is clear that divisions naturally appear without discussion and similar issues occur in our home.<br />Is it the same in same sex homes?<br />Is it even a ''sexist' division?<br />I know I am certainly content with most of the division of labour as I get older and now that I maybe facing old age on my own I am realising just how much gets done without any thought on my part.<br />The other day I panicked because I couldn't remember what day the bins went out!<br />It is my observation that each member (particularly male v female) have very different priorities. Mine is always to set the inside in order, his is to sort the outside and odd jobs. <br />I am learning not to sweat the small stuff.<br />Regards, Karen CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-53965116006246484262013-06-17T12:13:49.057+10:002013-06-17T12:13:49.057+10:00I think myself and my partner have argued about ev...I think myself and my partner have argued about everything on earth, except for the division of labour around the home.<br /><br />I would care not about the mouse or dog pee, as long as I had gloves.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-71398318697802936642013-06-17T06:32:44.433+10:002013-06-17T06:32:44.433+10:00Can't explain why, but I'd choose removing...Can't explain why, but I'd choose removing a dead mouse to cleaning up dog pee anytime. Maybe because with the latter I'm just afraid I won't get it all.Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-66304270003667168982013-06-17T05:57:37.874+10:002013-06-17T05:57:37.874+10:00Fair enough, I guess - but is that the only divisi...Fair enough, I guess - but is that the only division of labour? <br /><br />My missus is so scared of spiders she will not even look at a photo or picture of one, so I have to come to her rescue each time. <br /><br />We once had a little sparrow in the kitchen, flying around in terror, but my wife was more scared than the little birdy, so I had to catch it and set it free.<br /><br />She also finds frogs scary. Luckily we seldom get troubled by these creatures.<br /><br />Finally, mice - dead or alive are the stuff of nightmares for her.<br /><br />Luckily she does the ironing. I'm not much good at that. There's the division in our house - which is not very fair really - there's more ironing to do than all the above.PhilipHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811831703263176415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-3629950161764578692013-06-17T04:21:10.075+10:002013-06-17T04:21:10.075+10:00I guess it depends on which happens the most. If ...I guess it depends on which happens the most. If I end up cleaning unwanted substances more often that he disposes of dead creatures then I would surreptitiously find another chore that fell into his domain. sort of like I did with the cooking. after the kids had grown up and left home I expressed the intention that I would no longer be responsible for ALL the household chores. we divvied up the laundry and the dish washing. it didn't take me long, of course, to realize the bad bargain I had made. He did the laundry once a week and I did dishes every day. so I quit cooking. I didn't make a big announcement, I just didn't cook. since he would get hungry before I did, he eventually got in there and started banging around. I do still fix breakfast and he does lunch and dinner but I do the dishes from all three meals. I felt it was a fair trade and he has over the years become a very decent cook.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-41524539099218800872013-06-17T04:11:19.155+10:002013-06-17T04:11:19.155+10:00I feel a simmering resentment over a very unequal ...I feel a simmering resentment over a very unequal distribution of labor in my house. It's difficult -- this marriage thing.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-32589927903489622662013-06-17T02:56:05.919+10:002013-06-17T02:56:05.919+10:00Have to smile… We share similar assumed tasks. Have to smile… We share similar assumed tasks. Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-85733975022947225922013-06-16T19:44:50.554+10:002013-06-16T19:44:50.554+10:00There are times and occasions when one feels one h...There are times and occasions when one feels one has to make the sexist society work for you as well as against you.persiflagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05161607100227748374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-16077768626458480642013-06-16T19:20:57.203+10:002013-06-16T19:20:57.203+10:00I’ve only ever had to dispose of one dead mouse. F...I’ve only ever had to dispose of one dead mouse. For the last few years we’ve been visited occasionally by a family of mice. Or probably several families although I suppose they’re all interrelated. Brave wee buggers some of them were too scurrying across the living room while we were watching TV. For some reason rather than being disgusted we were delighted to see them and enjoyed their appearances. That didn’t stop us putting down humane traps and releasing them back into the wild (or at least what passes for ‘wild’ in Clydebank). Usually they made their presence known in the traps and as soon as I heard a little rattle I’d go and see who we’d caught this time. And then one day—Carrie was in America at the time—I happened to notice the one by the bird’s cage. The flap was down and inside was a dead mouse. And I felt SO GUILTY that he’d died on my watch. I mean I disposed of the body and washed out the trap but I really felt bad that a little creature had died and I could’ve saved him. I feel the same about spiders. I’m perfectly happy to slip a glass over them and encourage them onto a piece of cardboard before ejecting them from my home. But the little black beetles get crushed whenever I see them. I suppose it’s because they’re eating my house from under me and if I tossed them out they just go and eat one of my neighbours’ houses and as much as some of them annoy the hell out of me I wouldn’t wish their flats to collapse around them although that’s mainly because they’re connected to mine. Carrie comes and gets me when there’s a spider in the bath not that we get many. As a kid there was always a big, hairy spider in the bath. This year we’ve had one and he wasn’t that big. Of course I mean big by UK standards. I realise by Australian standards they’re nothing. We don’t have a dog to pee on our carpets but we do have a pooey bird and our flat has a number of extra ledges added to shelves and cages and strategically-placed towels to catch his droppings. As he’s reasonably territorial these handle the bulk but he’s not averse to letting one go as he’s flying around the place, usually when something scared him. Carrie, knowing my aversion to all things icky, sticky, tacky, gooey and creamy, thought it would bother me having to deal with them but oddly enough it doesn’t and I’ve no real answer as to why. Some things get passes—spiders and bird poo—whereas others—beetles and slaters (woodlice)—don’t.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com