On the way out this morning, we stopped for gas at the local Valero
Me: Will you fill up MY car or do you want me to?
Billy Bob: I always do.
Me: That’s right you do because I am a gurl.
Billy Bob: And that matters how?
Me: Gurlz don’t pump gas.
Billy Bob: Of course they do, you get special treatment because I love you.
We have fallen into mostly stereotypical gender roles and I have to wonder if that is a problem or if how B and I treat each other is instead based on a mutual love and respect. I was driving us today but for the first how ever many years of our marriage, he did all the driving when we were together even if we took MY car. After his first on the job accident, I started driving Mister Daisy. Now we each drive each other around in our own respective vehicles.
Sidebar note – We are blessed to be a two car family in a world of hurt. And we only know the world is joyful because we can contrast joy with pain.
Continuing on B is our resident chef who does 99.9% of the cooking. I also cannot remember the last time I mopped the floors as that is his job. I make the bed as part of an OCD regime. We each wash our own clothes. He gets the outside and keeps up the yard and extended property. I get the inside with some exceptions like the mopping just mentioned.
Things that make you go Hmmmm.
Wishing you a peaceful Sunday.
As always, more to come.