My sister, Izzy, had her baby yesterday. When we arrived to visit them today, and for most of the duration of our visit, Izzy was doing housework and laundry, even though we offered to do it for her so she could rest. When we got in the car to go home, Tom mentioned the housework and then said, “I bet you’ll be nowhere near as good as Izzy when our baby is born, I bet you’ll sit on your arse doing fuck all, making out you’re knackered.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. What could I say? He’s already made up his mind that I should be playing the role of Superwoman regardless of how I feel. I respect Izzy for her decision to not have a rest but that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to listen to my body if it needs rest but by doing so, I’ll just be verifying Tom’s belief that I’m lazy.
