Is He More Girl Than I Am?

Let me just start by saying that I really do try to not stereotype based on gender. My boys have dolls, say pink is their favorite color, and even carry around my purse. Yes, they have cars and other traditional "boy" things to play with, but I make sure that they have the traditional "girly" things to play with as well. They're kids...they get to play with all kinds of toys.

Sigh.

So, I am struggling with this realization that hit me when I was out, by myself, putting up the Christmas lights on the house.

By myself.

While my husband stayed inside and...held Jack or something. Maybe he was eating bon bons while he was at it. He probably was.

My husband may be more girl than I am.

More importantly, I may be more boy than him.

Yeah, yeah. He's got a penis and I don't. He's male. I'm not. I get all that.

I'm talking about the fact that he acts more like a girl in this relationship than I do. I mean, DUDE. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made to my somewhat annoyed frame of mind.

While I was outside, by myself, putting up the Christmas lights because he didn't want to get dirty.

Who does the home improvement? Me.

Who does the cooking for dinner? Him.

Who pays the bills? Me.

Who does the grocery shopping? Him.

I can go on and on...

And trust me that I did, while I was on that ladder, in the cold, by my damn self putting up the Christmas lights on the house.

I'm not sure I like this turn of events. I think I need to regain some "womanhood" and throw all of this "man" shit back at him.

Because hell if I am going to be taking down those stupid lights a few weeks from now, that's for sure.

(But the house does look pretty. :-) )