Frosty

This week after three days of tiptoeing around in the morning, creeping out of bed and getting dressed in the dark, kissing three sleepy faces and wrapping up warm to steal out into the pre- dawn frost I finally commented,

‘ You know lots of men clear their partners cars in the morning!’

(By lots I actually meant one that I had seen enviously on facebook.)

I slumped off into the bathroom, followed by my tractor pyjama wearing entourage...

By the time I was dressed and fishing my packed lunch out of the fridge my car was cleared and using the patented two key, road parked, scallie –proof system, warming gently.

So far so good you might think.

Well it was nice not to have to do it myself but...

What I was expecting when I said ,

‘You know most men clear their partners car in the morning...’

Was more of a ‘You know most women pick their kids up from school, cook the family dinner, hoover, take their eldest to swimming lessons and O.T. appointments and the list goes on...’

You might think my partner is above all the petty niggles and arguments about gender stereo-typical roles, that he is being a great role model for my boys, that he works hard at all his duties boring or rewarding, that he relishes his family and does all he can to keep them safe and happy. That working till after 11p.m. every night because his working day is interrupted by the school run and craft on the kitchen table is a reasonable pay off.

I can only assume he realised it was my ‘star’ week.