God this period nonsense is too much. I still can't tell whether I have had 4 periods since Astrid's birth - that is, in under 8 weeks, because before that I had postnatal discharge called "lochia" which is similar but not the same and doesn't come with ovulation pain - or just pain followed by bleeding for no reason.
Oh, followed by bad temper, emotional lability, liability, whatever, and bleeding. Yeah.
Anyway today I was hanging laundry in the garden and thinking, as I often do, of that bit in WifeWork where she talks about how housework is actually skilled labour.
It is. I sorted the laundry and hung it depending on what I wanted to achieve. The nappies were hung outdoors so that the sun could bleach them, and I hung them in the right way on the line for that to happen. They were washed with vinegar to soften them, and before hanging I snapped them sharply four times each, holding each side in turn, to make them dry flat and comfortable for the baby to wear. That snap is something Rob can't do, by the way, in spite of trying; it's a knack he hasn't been able to learn. Knack means skill, I think.
Sorting laundry is not unskilled work, either. I find it easy, but I know people who find it really tricky to remember which clothes need what treatment, and who either read all the labels all the time or only buy things which can be boilwashed. I have learned to remember which garments are what and choose their laundry treatments accordingly.
Then there's mealplanning, making shopping lists, cooking, serving, cleaning up - all that stuff needs to be learned, and some people never do it.
My children don't know what an ironing board is, mind you. They can chop vegetables with proper knives, though, because I care about food and not hugely about clothes. So some of this is about priorities. What skills people choose to pass on.
Distracting an unhappy child, or mediating in a toy rights dispute, or brushing a child's hair or putting socks on or cutting nails - those are all skilled tasks.
I wonder where one can learn them, if one hasn't had an example growing up?
Oh, followed by bad temper, emotional lability, liability, whatever, and bleeding. Yeah.
Anyway today I was hanging laundry in the garden and thinking, as I often do, of that bit in WifeWork where she talks about how housework is actually skilled labour.
It is. I sorted the laundry and hung it depending on what I wanted to achieve. The nappies were hung outdoors so that the sun could bleach them, and I hung them in the right way on the line for that to happen. They were washed with vinegar to soften them, and before hanging I snapped them sharply four times each, holding each side in turn, to make them dry flat and comfortable for the baby to wear. That snap is something Rob can't do, by the way, in spite of trying; it's a knack he hasn't been able to learn. Knack means skill, I think.
Sorting laundry is not unskilled work, either. I find it easy, but I know people who find it really tricky to remember which clothes need what treatment, and who either read all the labels all the time or only buy things which can be boilwashed. I have learned to remember which garments are what and choose their laundry treatments accordingly.
Then there's mealplanning, making shopping lists, cooking, serving, cleaning up - all that stuff needs to be learned, and some people never do it.
My children don't know what an ironing board is, mind you. They can chop vegetables with proper knives, though, because I care about food and not hugely about clothes. So some of this is about priorities. What skills people choose to pass on.
Distracting an unhappy child, or mediating in a toy rights dispute, or brushing a child's hair or putting socks on or cutting nails - those are all skilled tasks.
I wonder where one can learn them, if one hasn't had an example growing up?
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Date: 2010-11-05 10:06 am (UTC)I solve the laundry question by doing everything at 30 on the delicates cycle, separated only into 'white' and 'not-white'; I've yet to have something fail to be clean enough this way, although I suspect it wouldn't work very well for nappies.
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Date: 2010-11-04 07:59 pm (UTC)I assume that you being you, you've considered things like the implant and wotnot to regulate your hormones a bit? It sounds like not much fun, anyway :(
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Date: 2010-11-04 08:02 pm (UTC)My mother never showed me how to cook or do housework, I picked it up once I left home through common sense.
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Date: 2010-11-05 09:51 am (UTC)Also, my mom can't iron worth a damn, so I taught myself from a book (for little girls, on how to be good little housewives, which is a whole other FEMINIST RAGE issue, but it came in handy - I learned how to pack a suitcase properly from that too, and boy has that been useful over the years!).
I think A, who was born in the 50s and grew up with a 100% home-maker mother, had to figure out things like laundry from first principles when he moved out. He's much better at it than I am!
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Date: 2010-11-05 12:22 pm (UTC)On laundry we considered sorting it but instead went for the "never buy anything that can't be machine washed at 40" approach. The few exceptions go to dry-cleaners.
I'm improving at meal planning and keeping a house nice, though it depends how my week is going: Tony has been doing far more than his share the last few weeks.
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Date: 2010-11-06 12:38 pm (UTC)also: la la laaa, clearly I could never possibly develop the skills required to keep the house free of stray long red hairs, la la laaa.