Male-Dominated Household

January 5, 2010

I live in a male-dominated house. I don't mean that they are dominant, just that there are more of them.

There's my husband and son, who have enough male-ness between them to create havoc throughout the house: dishes that make it NEAR the dishwasher, but never into it; remote controls on every surface of the family room, not in the basket I supplied so we could find the remotes easily; and more toys scattered about than any one person could every play with.

Then there's the animals: two rabbits, one bird, nine cats (seven are males), a ball python (okay, I don't know for sure if it's male or female, but we DID name it Joe), and three dogs--one of which is female. Does that make us both bitches? My husband would likely say so!

The count does not include the ranch animals. If that's the case, maybe there is more balance that I thought. Let's see. We have nine chickens, all of which are hens (no, they don't need a rooster in order to lay eggs--at least mother nature was kind in this case). Of the four equine, two are female. And about half the sheep are female, and more valuable because they are (at least, per the county agriculture rules).

But back at the house, it's funny how it may be male-dominated, yet it's the females (okay, female--me), who get the most done. My husband would argue that it's because what I consider "getting things done" and what he considers "getting things done" are two completely different things. Maybe I should readjust more to his thinking. After all, watching hours of television while surfing the net and drinking beer is multi-tasking after all...