Yep … not allowed. I am not sure what happens if I do. Will the world fold in on itself? Will reality cease to exist? or will my husband get a bit cranky with me? Yeah, probably that.
I am not sure what inspired this particular situation, maybe a childhood memory or experience? Shyness? Being stubborn? But, when hubby is doing various “manly” things, such as mowing the lawn, I am not allowed to watch. I get the whole “me working while you aren’t” vibe, but lately I am not even game to go outside, lest I be on the receiving end of a stern glare. Maybe I am imposing on his space …. his manly time. Maybe I am giving off judgemental vibes ….. I don’t mean to, just that he missed this spot over here …… *ahem*. Either way …. I am not allowed outside while he is mowing, which is ok with me.
And for all those feminists out there ….. I don’t care if its a worn out old anachronism, I love that he does the outside jobs. I cook, so its fair.
