My first client this morning was a young woman
asking for a blood test. Turns out she, like a lot of Mum’s with small
children, is just plain tired.
Blood taken, I asked her about things at home. Her
husband is no help at all. Why?
I’ll tell you why. Because his Mum mollycoddled him,
allowed him to just sit around and not lift a finger. In the big scheme of things it might appear
insignificant, but it’s not.
This Mum works full time in a stressful job, she
keeps house for the four of them, cooks cleans and tends to their welfare and
what does her man do to help?
Oh, he does do something; I forgot to say that he
takes out he rubbish.
And now that their oldest, who is only five years
old, has stated at an expensive and
private school my client who was intending to reduce her working hours now sees
no relief.
Unfortunately I had no answer for her, apart from
suggesting to her that her and her husband sit down together to negotiate how
things might improve for all of them.
I consider myself very fortunate indeed that The Man
and I are partners in everything we do. He’s as conversant with the vacuum
cleaner as I am, probably more so. If he cleans, I don’t see it as a criticism
as some might. By the same token if I were to clean up in the garage, when we
had one, he didn’t see that as a criticism either.
We are a team him and me, in all things. And I love
him to bits
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