^But she didn’t want to be my mother. She wanted to be my partner, and she wanted me to apply all of my intelligence and learning capabilities to the logistics of managing our lives and household.
She wanted me to figure out all of the things that need done, and devise my own method of task management.^
Yes. Just yes. I cannot count the times I have said this to DH. He still doesn't get it. He'll say things like ... "But I don't know what needs to be done" or "I don't know how to get organised." And I just think, well, I didn't once. But I realised I needed to figure it out, and researched ways of doing it. I read books and blogs, found forums, got ideas from friends and my mother. I learnt how to run a home. It's not innate just because I am female.
The thing is that what my DH, and many of my friends DHs, don't seem to see is that one glass is not just "one glass". Over five years, a glass left out every day is 1825 glasses.
And when it isn't just glasses by the sink, but socks left by the basket (3650 sock pairs picked up off the floor), toilet roll not replaced (160 toilet rolls replaced at one roll a week), moving shoes to the rack (1825 pairs of shoes shifted at one pair a day) ... it starts to mount up. It starts to eat time. It starts to take over your life.
And one day, you wake up and realise that the entire day ahead of you will be just drudge. And the next day will be drudge. And the day after that will be drudge. And that is the point where you have a screaming argument with your DH, but when he asks you WHY ... all you can say is "you don't your put glasses in the dishwasher." And he thinks you are either unstable or you have PMT.
But it is the accumulative effect of all those tiny things every day, along with the rest of the domestic work.
I admit I still struggle with this with DH. Things are a lot better, but sometimes, I can't quite shake off the feeling that I am an supporting character in the film of his life, and I don't have a film of my own.