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i have never mowed the lawn.. i will admit it. my husband likes to do that. so i don't even have to worry about it. i also don't know how to use a snow blower.. again hubby. but if something needs to be cleared, i can and will use a shovel. i have on more than one occasion, shoveled myself to the chicken coop and around it so they have a place to come out for a bit. i have also shoveled out to the garage and around the side(for mail men) and where my neighbor cannot get with the tractor(he plows... well, he did last year. dunno about this year.. ah lovely neighbors haha) anyway, my hubby can do dishes but i prefer him not to most times. he takes quadruple the time i do. i do laundry but i make him fold towels cuz i can't reach to put them away(im really short) i make the food around here.. but he can make basic things if i am sick. we both work the same hours and we are both equally tired(though i do more around the house than he does.. and im not saying that just cuz it's me) he gets off pretty easy.. but once we get the new house it will be a different story. this place is too small for our stuff that we have. and the other place is bigger. we will be going through stuff to get rid of so we don't have so much to shuffle. so.. it is pretty equal. i am just glad i have a husband who loves me and loves my children(even the one who isn't his) i think if a hubby can't help around the house, he ain't worth keeping!

Sue

eta, bad typo haha.
 
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DH and I (play) fight over who gets to mow the lawn. We just moved to the farm in June, so it's still new and fun. I do have to say it's one of my favorite things to do!
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A marriage is a partnership and as long as you (the collective you) are happy with things, it doesn't matter one iota what others do. Much love to ALL of you on this fine Thanksgiving day.
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You know something that I notice missing from this thread is the husband's responsibility to take the children somewhere/anywhere to give the wife a break every day and a chance to get her work done uninterrupted. It really gets me while waiting in the car for Anne at the store or actually in a store to see a woman with kids doing the shopping; where's the husband, and why isn't he at home watching those kids so the wife can do her shopping without having to entertain any number of kids. When our two were five and six, I stayed home with them alone and with no problems while Anne went to Europe with her mother and sister; back then, you couldn't have dragged me on to an airplane.
 
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DH is in Europe right now but I too am soon off to Europe with my sister and mother, leaving DH home alone. Fortunately (for him) DD is already moved out - BUT I pray he will watch over my chickens!!! I am very worried that he won't be able to scrape that poop board every day (probably gagging) and will my girls still be alive when I get back!!!??

Joe - I do hope that you NOW get on a plane and take a trip to Europe! You only live once and beer is so much better there....
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DH is in Europe right now but I too am soon off to Europe with my sister and mother, leaving DH home alone. Fortunately (for him) DD is already moved out - BUT I pray he will watch over my chickens!!! I am very worried that he won't be able to scrape that poop board every day (probably gagging) and will my girls still be alive when I get back!!!??

Joe - I do hope that you NOW get on a plane and take a trip to Europe! You only live once and beer is so much better there....
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Oh, yeah, I had a federal job in the 60's that required me to fly to Washington, D.C., and several states very often. Then later Anne and I went to Eupope several time. We also went to school in China and Singapore and visited lots of countries in Asia. We've even been to Tibet by plane.
 
Hmmm, I just realized that by the time Anne went to Europe in the early 70's, I had to have been over my fear of flying. It's hard to reminisce when you can't remember anything.


EDIT ON SATURDAY: Just for record, I remember how it was now, and I was right the first time.
It was during the late 60's when I was flying to Washington, D.C., and other states that I had a couple of very close calls of planes colliding and/or crashing. That made me terrified of flying for several more years, including the time when Anne went to Europe.
 
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uh...none here...and when something is done, it's like doing a favor to me even though I do outside work too.

Suzy
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