Men Aren’t All That Helpful During the Christmas Season

In my last relationship she had to train me to do all this stuff. Last Thanksgiving at my Mom’s my sister commented because I did some of the cooking, all the dishes & cleanup. So maybe some of you ladies just don’t know how to train a man!
Good on you! :) I love a man who's willing to help!

Some men don't need "training." They see all that needs to be done, are thoughtful enough to realize you could use some help, and simply pitch in. That's my kinda guy! ;)
 

I would like to point out, in my defense, that I fund everything that I don't help out with. And that I work hard to earn those funds. And that once in a while I would just like to be left alone rather than be dragged down to the dining room table to write %&^%$# Christmas cards.
 
Also rare, unfortunately in still too many parts of the world including this country; the traditional areas--one of which I'm living in now--still consider certain tasks to be "wimmen's work."
Some people are stuck in the past and use "traditional roles" as a way of giving themselves an excuse not to help out and/or as a form of control. I know you can't force Huzz to do anything. I'm sorry you're in it alone, rips. :confused:🤗
 
I suspect this will be our last year to decorate for the Holidays. I got the tree down from the attic, assembled, and decorated the top portion, SO decorated the rest of the tree. I did the outside lights, etc. But it just seems like a lot of work for two old folks with nobody else around to enjoy it. And I don't think we are alone in this. We live in a 55+ community and only about 1/4 of the homes have any outside decorations.

I can't really say much about times past, and my wives are both gone, so I can't ask them, but I like to think I was at least a little bit helpful...
 
Some people are stuck in the past and use "traditional roles" as a way of giving themselves an excuse not to help out and/or as a form of control. I know you can't force Huzz to do anything. I'm sorry you're in it alone, rips. :confused:🤗
Huzz is not as bad as he used to be so that's something I guess. But what bothers me is I keep seeing more and more traditional, patriarchal, sexist behavior among more and more men, even younger, sometimes highly-educated guys. It really feels to me like more and more of the whole darn world is going backward. Guys seem to like it, though.
 
I don't know just when the Christmas Season begins and ends
but I'm estimating that two weeks should cover it. So that being
said, the other 50 weeks of non-Christmas season, men are doing
most of the "dirty jobs" around the house that women can't or
wont do, if they live with a man. Things like unclogging toilets,
shoveling sidewalks, etc. To many men, Christmas isn't a big deal
but a clogged toilet seems like a big deal to either gender.
 
So maybe some of you ladies just don’t know how to train a man!
Once, when asked if she would consider a new relationship, should anything happen to me, she replied: "Definitely not" That is so romantic the questioner said, "the love of your husband is so ingrained you would never consider a new man." "Don't be silly," my wife said, adding: "I just couldn't face going through all that training again!"
 
Good on you! :) I love a man who's willing to help!

Some men don't need "training." They see all that needs to be done, are thoughtful enough to realize you could use some help, and simply pitch in. That's my kinda guy! ;)
I thought about this and believe it’s a form of ignorance having grown up in a family where we watched all the women due this stuff. My last girlfriend would have no part in this & set me straight.
 
a Christmas tree, ... the whole living room began to reek.
Thanks @MountainRa for bringing back a fond memory. Circa 1954 we moved from Washington, D.C. to Minneapolis, Minnesota. Because the move took place over the holidays, we weren't able to celebrate Christmas until we were settled. Rummaging through the back alleys, we found an abandoned Christmas tree and brought it inside only to find that the neighborhood dogs had already adorned it. At nine years old, thinking that snow would look nice on the tree, my solution was to spray my brother's shaving cream all over the branches. The combination of dog markings and Burma Shave perfume was not reminiscent of chestnuts-by-an-open-fire.
 
Don't tell my Husband how I answered this, but yes my husband is very helpful during the Christmas season and all the time. Some days I would just like to see him rest.
 


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