Early Saturday morning, I arrived to pick up my sons from an overnight scout “lock in”. The assistant scout master exited the doors as I started up the steps.
“They’ll be a bit longer. They’re doing women’s work,” he said.
“Oh, so they’re inside fixing stuff?” I responded.
“No, they’re cleaning.”
I bit my tongue and continued walking, but his comment irked me. Mostly because I don’t believe he was joking. When we first moved to town and joined the group three years ago, he dropped an armful of towels and washcloths in front of me and made a comment about me doing women’s work while I waited.
The thing is, even when I was married, I either took care of things myself or paid someone to do it. My ex wasn’t at all interested in that kind of thing, and I can’t see paying someone to do something I can do myself. I know my limitations, though. I hired a professional to trim a 30-foot tall tree with limbs hanging over my roof. I paid someone to clean out all of the gutters. I have a plumber in my address book; I don’t do plumbing!
Here are some of my more recent projects:
If the assistant scout master possessed a kernel of intelligence, I would’ve explained that women are capable of much more than folding towels and sweeping floors. To me, “women’s work” is whatever needs to be done, whether it requires a screwdriver, drill, sewing machine or paint.
And I’m willing to bet my “skills” are much more varied than Mr. Macho Man 🙂