My husband never does the laundry. Ever. Then why am I writing this post for Ariel’s #ShareTheLoad #ShareTheLaundry movement? one might ask.
I have never considered doing the laundry as a “load”, really. I mean, it takes hardly a minute or two, right?
Just dump the clothes in the washing machine, add the detergent, press the ‘START’ button, and, TADA! your work is done!
Putting the clothes out to dry takes about 5 minutes. So, where IS the load?
Our washing machine and detergent manufacturers have indeed made our lives so much easier and relaxed.
The real load for me? Cooking.
Ugh! Just typing the word is exhausting.
Every morning, when the time comes to cook breakfast and lunch, I hear my body groan in protest. “Do I have to enter the kitchen?” it grumbles.
Meal planning for the day, prepping, cooking, and then clearing the platform – that’s the real load for me. For some, it is an exercise in mindfulness; for me, it’s a task I rush to get over with.
Before the lockdown, life was simpler.
I would finish the cooking by 9 every morning and it took less than an hour. Hubby would leave for work and I would have all the time on my hands to write, read and create my favourite mandala designs.
But when the lockdown was announced, I visualised my well-planned schedule flying out of the window.
With hubby home, I would have to make multiple trips to that dreaded area (the kitchen). There would be that much of cutting, chopping, cooking and clearing to do, followed by extra time spent in front of the sink with heaps of dirty dishes.
When would I blog? When would I draw?
The impending doom sucked the life out of me and I could see my blogging taking a back seat, as also my art.
How would I survive?
And, that’s when stepped in my knight in shining armour: hubby dearest.
The day our PM announced the first lockdown, my man rushed straight from work to the supermarket to shop for groceries that would last us a month.
When he returned home with bags full of provisions, veggies, fruits et al, I felt I had reached heaven.
It does sound dramatic, but seriously, it felt like Santa arriving on Christmas Eve, with bags full of everything we would need, and some more!
That was the first load off me.
Next, he announced that he would take over the kitchen. This meant, meal planning for the day, every day, looking up recipes that did not need a whole lot of ingredients, and preparing those recipes would be his responsibility.
All I was supposed to do was clean the house and do the dishes. That’s all. And sometimes prepare chapati, or roll out the puris. But that’s it. That was doable.
Can you imagine how big a relief that was for me?
My work would be over by 8 every morning, after which I would just make some easy-peasy breakfast for us. After that I would retire to my room to write or blog, and hubby would take over the kitchen.
He would call me once lunch was done and we would enjoy the sumptuous meal he had prepared.
Mind you, hubby is a fabulous cook–I have learned a lot just by watching him in action.
So, every meal he made was simply superb.
There were times when I would be lost in my writing and he would quietly do the dishes as well.
What a pleasant surprise it would be for me when I entered the kitchen on such days to find the dishes all clean and sparkling, and the sink devoid of a single utensil.
Now, if that isn’t sharing the load, I don’t know what is!
The two and a half months of lockdown showed me a whole new side of hubby–the man I have been living with for more than 22 years.
#ShareChoresMultiplyLove is the hashtag I would love to use to describe our life these past months, with every bit of the sharing done with such love, patience and dedication, I feel fortunate.
I am BLESSED, indeed, to have a guy by my side who never thinks it’s beneath his dignity to share the load at home, or perform the so-called womanly duties and responsibilities.
All I can wish for is, may his tribe increase!