Uma narrativa de uma mulher reclamando das tarefas domésticas – do the housework. O marido e o filho adolescentes não ajudam em nada, portanto, ela fica sobrecarregada. Leia com atenção e veja se concorda com a esposa atarefada.
DO THE HOUSEWORK
“I Do Everything Around the House”
Every single day, it’s the same story. I wake up before everyone else, even on weekends. The first thing I do is make the beds, then I go straight to the kitchen to wash last night’s dishes—because of course, nobody else thought of doing that. I wipe the counters, sweep the floor, and take out the trash, all before I even have a sip of coffee.
Then I have to prepare breakfast. Toast, eggs, fruit, coffee… and while I’m doing that, my husband is on his phone, and my teenage son is still in bed. When they finally show up at the table, they just eat and leave everything behind. No “thank you,” no help—just crumbs and dirty plates.
So I load the dishwasher, clean the table, and start doing the laundry. That means sorting clothes, washing, drying, folding, and sometimes even ironing—yes, I still iron shirts because apparently I’m the only one who knows how.
Then I rush to get ready for work. Yes, I work! I have a full-time job! But when I come back home, it’s like I clock into my second job—housekeeper. I vacuum the floors, dust the furniture, clean the bathroom, and sometimes even scrub the toilet. I change the bed sheets, organize the closets, and if I don’t water the plants, they’ll all die.
In the evening, I have to cook dinner. Again, no help. My husband is on the couch watching TV, and my son is upstairs gaming like his life depends on it. I call them for dinner, and they come down, eat, and disappear again, leaving me to clear the table and wash the dishes—again.
When I ask for help, they say they’re tired or had a long day. Really? I work too, remember? And I’m still doing everything. I even have to do the grocery shopping, take care of the pets, and sometimes I end up cleaning the garage or fixing things around the house because no one else will.
Honestly, I’m exhausted. I feel like I’m invisible. Like a live-in maid they don’t pay or appreciate. Sometimes I wonder: what would happen if I just stopped doing everything? Would they notice? Would they survive?
