This past Friday, I was at the temple for my shift. And as you can imagine, I'm surrounded by older ladies there. I was in the break room with a woman who does veil scheduling. We got to talking about marriage and women who work because they asked if I do.
I said our transportation situation doesn't allow me to work, but I wish I could because I want to travel more and have my own money. And this sister, bless her heart, got all up in arms because I don't wait on my husband hand and foot, just because he works and I don't.
I do a lot of the housework exactly because I stay home. I can count the number of times my husband has used a toilet brush. But this sister took personal offense at the fact that I don't iron my husband's shirts and spread jam on his toast!
Being as tactful as I could, I said "I think you'd have a hard time convincing women in my generation to do that."
She looked right at me and said, "I just don't think it's right for a man to do the dishes after he works all day."
As someone who has spent hours cooking and doing dishes for meals my husband didn't even eat, I had to take a second, remember where I was.
"Some couples split cooking and dishes," I pointed out. "People in my generation realize this is simply a better way of doing things."
You'd have thought I had spit in her food, she was so disgusted with me.
"That would never fly with my husband. I did all the cleaning AND worked."
I couldn't stop myself at this point. I just shrugged and said, "Well, I'm not his mother."
And that's the story of how this song became my new anthem.
