Married Life: I am pit crew, hear me roar
So the popular question for everyone who emails me these days is: So, how's married life? I suppose I should eventually answer the question.
Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, I have been blessed. Unlike most weddings in Pakistani culture, mine was not to a complete stranger. It wasn't even to an acquaintance, it was to a person who became a good friend. That is probably why, when I try to describe things betweenMr. Abez and I, I say being married is like hanging out with a friend. All the time. Except when he's at work and I'm home cooking and straightening up.
Yeah, he brings home the bacon and I turn it into pumpkin pies. Does that make me a housewife? It might, but I think there are too many negative connotations associated with that word. I prefer to use a different term. Allow me to explain. A race car has only one driver, but there's a whole team of guys with power bolt-removers who go zzzummmzummmm and change the car's tires real fast when the driver has made a pit stop. Could any one of them have driven the car? Probably. Could the driver change his own tires? Sure he could. But when you're a part of a team, you do what needs done and you support your mateys.
I am the man in the red jumpsuit. I am pit crew. I could be the driver, I could bring home the bacon and HF could put some biryani masala on it, but at the moment I'm simply not. And besides, his masala bacon is terrible and if he did the cooking we'd all die of grease poisoning. Keep that man away from olive oil, he thinks it's God's Answer to the scourge of low-fat foods.
Do I mind being pit crew? Not at all. Especially since the pit has broadband internet access as well as the freedom to do as pit crew likes. And then there's the stylish jumpsuit. And the power tools.
-ahem- I know that some people consider huswifery to be a downgrade, possibly even the waste of an intelligent female. Considering the path to academic over-achievement that I was once on, this may not seem like the fruition of all those 'you can be something' speeches that the guidance counselor gave me, and yet, am I not something? I make pit crew what I want it to be. I don't wake up and drag my feet to the kitchen (I wake up and HF drags my feet to the kitchen for me, hehe) I wake up and think about breakfast creatively. Then I make eggs with too much salt, but I digress.
I don't do household chores all day, I have a set agenda of things that need done in order to run a clean, smooth Formula 1 team, and I get them done as soon as possible so that I have time for the other things that are important to me. Do I still not have the time to blog properly? Yes, but that has nothing to do with housework and everything to do with chilling with my favorite race care driver. :)
The mutual give and take of a successful relationship doesn't end on the emotional level, it extends into the practical. Would 'I love you' be worth anything if I refused to make my husband a cup of tea when he was tired, or if he refused to help me when I was tired? I find nothing degrading in supporting the person who supports me. I'm proud to be part of an efficient, enthusiastic team.
Got to go, HF will be making a pit stop soon and I need to put a radial tire, err, chicken in the oven. It's the um, fuel for the engine, hehe.