Tonight I arrive home and something isn't right. In my arms is a vase with a bouquet of a dozen roses. They're not for me...they're for my husband.
My husband opens the door with a towel over his arm. He looks like a waiter. He escorts me to the dining room table that he has decked out in candlelight and place settings for the homecooked Valentine's Dinner he has prepared...authentic Hungarian stuffed peppers, lemonade and a brownie with whipped cream for dessert. It was delicious.
Sound a little backwards from your normal scene? It's because my husband has been laid off from work for over a year. During this time, he has adopted the role of hubby homemaker. He cleans the house, washes the dishes, does the laundry and still finds time to play Mr. Fixit with all the home repairs.
Every morning, I get up and get ready for work. I give my husband a quick kiss goodbye on my way out the door. During the day, he calls me to find out how my day is going and to tell me what he's doing in the house. When I get home at 6:00, he is there to meet me with a big kiss and (sometimes) a home cooked meal.
It all might seem a little upside down, but who said role reversal can't be fun?
