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On the Margins of Me-Time: Reflections on Personal Space and Self-Care
**On the Margins of Me-Time**
Not long ago, an old mate came round for a cuppa, and we sat nattering about life. At one point, I said, “Ill just pop off to do the washing-upbe right back.”
He gave me a look as if Id announced I was building a rocket. With a mix of awe and bewilderment, he replied, “Thats decent of you, helping your wife out. I never bothermine never thanks me anyway. Last week, I mopped the floors, and not so much as a ta.”
I sat back down and explained that I wasnt “helping” my wife. Truth be told, she doesnt need helpshe needs a partner. Im not doing chores in my own home as some grand favour; Im pulling my weight.
I dont “help” my wife cleanbecause I live here too, and the mess is partly mine.
I dont “help” my wife cookbecause I also get hungry, so Id better pitch in.
I dont “help” my wife wash dishesbecause I eat off those plates just as much.
I dont “help” my wife with the kidsbecause theyre my children too, and being their dad is my job.
I dont “help” with the laundrybecause those are my clothes, my kids socks, our shared life in fabric.
I dont “help out” at home. I *live* here. This is my house too.
Then I asked him: When was the last time *you* thanked your wife for scrubbing, hoovering, changing sheets, bathing the kids, cooking, tidyingeverything? Not just a muttered “cheers,” but real recognition”Blimey, youre brilliant at this!”
Strange, isnt it? That frown on your face right nowwhy is it there? You mop *once* and expect a medal, yet she does it daily without fanfare. Ever wondered why, old chap?
Maybe because our blokey culture taught you this was “her lot.”
Maybe you think it all just *happens*, like magic, without effort.
Well thenpraise her like youd want praise. Step up. Be a proper partner, not a lodger who just eats, sleeps, and expects a romp. *Belong* here. This is your home too.
Real change starts at home. Teach your sons and daughters what it means to be equals.
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