I’m going to change it up a little bit with this one and take the time to express how thankful I am to be a woman.
Why This All of a Sudden Epiphany?
So if you’ve kept up with my blog at all, you could probably tell that I have been a little bit excited about the newest addition to our beautiful home, a POOOOOOOLLLL!!!
Sorry, I am still excited beyond words for this thing to be finished. (It’s coming along by the way, slowly but surely it is coming along.)
Anyways, we had to have a couple cedar trees removed from our backyard to make room for the pool and it has looked and sounded like a construction site in our backyard. Well I guess that would maybe be because it kind of is a construction site right now isn’t it Viva? Yeah, that sounded a little silly. Well moving along, I have been watching the workers while they have been going at it and I don’t know what it is, but watching them do so much hard work in the heat outside really make me so thankful that I am not a man. And of course there are probably a million things that us women have to go through that most men couldn’t even begin to dream of having to go through.
But being completely honest, besides our monthly “lady time”, I genuinely enjoy all of the things that men would hate going through. Things like doing my hair and make up in the morning to shopping and cooking, I just really love doing them.
I Think I’d Rather DIE Than to be a Man
No offense guys and I am really sorry that it has to be this way, but the things you do to make us ladies happy just seems like absolute misery to me. I could’t even begin to fathom having to do construction work outside in the middle of summer. I don’t know if men in blue collar manual jobs actually prefer doing that kind of work or if they just don’t know what else to do.
I am so thankful my wonderful husband doesn’t have to go through the rigorous work that these guys working on my pool and trees have to do. And I’m not saying he’s some kind of nerd either. He’s just always been the book type and prefers writing and using is head over his hands.
I know women aren’t really built to do this kind of work but I know a lot still do it and they seem to be happy with it. I found this article on the Huffington Post last night and was reading some first hand experiences from women working in construction. I couldn’t really relate to what I was reading and just cannot imagine having such a job.
Hey, I love what this picture represents and stands for but I am just not that kind of gal. I myself would much rather be flexing my arm with a hair straightener in it showing off a new hair cut.
But maybe that’s just me?