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To all those who have more experience than me: tell me this and tell me no more, how on earth do you manage your husbands?

I have all but stopped asking Mark to help around the house:  not because he isn’t (grudgingly) willing, but because laziness makes him utterly hopeless.  So he will  put the dishes in the dishwasher, but  in an effort to save electricity, not turn it on.  Or he will  tidy the entire kitchen, but never dream of wiping down the surfaces.  He tell’s me,  in the occasional fit of pique, that he is too tired to bath the baby (one of his few allocated tasks)  or that he will empty the bin "when he’s ready". Next week then??

Now don’t get me wrong: he is as  lovely as can be, but the fact remains that he is a man brought up by another, who still to this day believes women should be seen and not heard. A man who doesn’t own a vacuum cleaner and wouldn’t know what to do with it if he did. His father.

Every relationship is a battlefield. Every conversation a lesson in the subtle art of negotiation. We laugh. We fight. We make up and we have the same old fights all over again. I get irratated because I don’t get enough time to work on BrocanteHome. Mark get’s irritated because he says I look upon him as a glorified babysitter the minute he walks through the door, when he has already done his "proper job"!  Our son is two years old and still to this day we are struggling to re-establish the clearly defined roles we both understood existed before he was born…

So the title of this book -Just Kiss Me And Tell Me You Did The Laundry-speaks to my heart: I no longer need chocolates and flowers (Thats a lie!!), but I am irrationally thrilled if I find the ironing stacked in a neat pile, because Mark has remembered to take it out of the tumble dryer  on time.

Lord, when  was my life reduced to  this ??

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