I’m Three Mugs Of Tea Away From Becoming A Feminist.

4 Apr
A mug of tea

A mug of tea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today at ten a.m. I found myself waiting on the men of my family, carrying their morning brews up to each of them in bed.

The Hub had the worst night of his ME-life on Monday, so he gets a pass.  Tory Boy is home for a funeral and we haven’t seen him since Christmas, so he gets a pass.  Spud is using his Easter break to revise hard for his GCSEs, between hours spent playing football, PS3 and messing about in his room with his brother until two in the morning, so he gets a pass.

When do I get a pass?

Mother’s Day?  Unlikely.  I am always first awake.  On Mother’s Day I try to lie in bed, to allow my children to experience the joy of waiting hand and foot on another person, but my bladder has a mind of its own and, once it’s up, it wants to stay up.

I guess I’m a morning person, and they are not.  If men are from Mars, I’ve been to Venus and back before they even start to think about waking up.

Either that, or I’ve read the Twilight books too many times.  That Bella – the celibacy, I don’t have a problem with…but cooking?  Housework?  Voluntarily?  That’s not a normal teenager.  Or even a normal person.  Taking on all the household chores?  Somebody bring me a cup of tea; I need to lie down.

18 Responses to “I’m Three Mugs Of Tea Away From Becoming A Feminist.”

  1. Hamza April 4, 2012 at 14:28 #

    Come to think of it, my mother too wakes up early. By early I mean like 4 in the morning, Maybe it runs in the gender….


  2. SchmidleysScribbling April 4, 2012 at 15:55 #

    This is the problem, we keep giving the men in our lives “passes.” I stopped that nonsense ages ago. David is busy doing his own laundry at the moment, so I can read my blog friends posts. Now that’s good. Of course, I have made him two Espresso coffees this morning. My tea sucks. Dianne


    • Tilly Bud April 5, 2012 at 09:25 #

      You scratch his back he’ll do the laundry. Good team work 🙂


  3. kateshrewsday April 4, 2012 at 16:45 #

    I know….right this minute I have Felix downstairs making a victoria sponge for tea.

    I’m starting the training early.


  4. grannymar April 4, 2012 at 17:10 #

    I have nobody round to give passes to, or even make me that early morning cuppa. I still waken at ungodly hours and want to go to sleep at 7a.m. 🙂


  5. gigihawaii April 4, 2012 at 19:32 #

    I am a morning person, too. I always make the coffee for hubby (caffeine) and a separate pot for me (decaf). Even though I am retired, I let the housework lapse until it gets so bad I have to do it. Lol. The secret, if you really want to know, is to plan a dinner party. That’s when the windows get washed and everything is dusted and vaccumed, swept, or mopped.


  6. Al April 4, 2012 at 21:10 #

    Perhaps if you spiced up the tea, say with a touch of rum, maybe this would all go away.


    • Tilly Bud April 5, 2012 at 09:54 #

      Or at least stop mattering! I like the way you think, Al 🙂


  7. fiztrainer April 6, 2012 at 04:25 #

    Too true … You reminded me of when my son was younger (about 7 I believe). I woke him up for school and was about to go downstairs to get breakfasts and lunches ready, when I heard him call me. I came in his room and he said, “You forgot to get me my clothes so I could get dressed.” I laughed and said, “I’m going to do your future wife a favor and say, get up off the bed and proceed to the dresser (that’s the piece of furniture by the window.)” This from the one who, when the principal asked what she should call him (since he told her he didn’t like her calling him, “Sir”), he said (after some thought), “King Ryan! You can call me King Ryan!” Oy. It’s been all down hill since then. LOL! 😀


  8. sarsm April 6, 2012 at 10:26 #

    Hope the hub is feeling better. x


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