Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Hear Me Roar
I like to think about myself as a bit of a feminist. Though I choose to stay home with my kids, I don't feel anchored to it or to any other female gender roles. But I have to admit that I never pictured myself hanging Christmas lights on my roof. Maybe I'm more traditional than I think I am.
This is the first time we've decided to hang outdoor lights. Not that we haven't thought about it, but finances or laziness always seem to get in the way. Our kids are growing up and deserve some outdoor light merriment. This is the year of the lights for the Smith's.
I picked up some lights on Black Friday in hopes to get them up over the weekend. The weekend came and went like most weekends do. Busy, busy, busy. No outdoor lights hung. I didn't want to wait until Spencer was home next weekend. Three weeks of Christmas lights hardly makes it worth the effort.
So despite my male gender role expectations of Spencer climbing the ladder and attaching lights to the roof, I pulled the ladder out and attached them myself. I am woman, hear me roar.
I'd post a picture of me feat, but if you saw the small size of our house, the minimal strands of lights used and how close our roof is to the ground, you may not think I'm as awesome as I'm trying to make you think I am. So if you stop by, please don't laugh. Just congratulate me.