My Husband Flies First Class for Work…And I’m Stuck In SAHM Coach
I feel like, since we’ve had kids, my husband and I are in different social classes.
My husband is trying to lose some weight. When he returned last week from his trip to London, he said, “I’m being really good. I turned down the cheese.”
I said, “Wha?”
He said, “On the plane. You know how first they bring you salad and then a cheese plate and then dinner and then warm cookies?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t know. Because when I fly, which is very rarely, it’s coach, where I eat Chex mix and a ten year old Blondie out of a cardboard box. So no. I don’t know about the salad, cheese, warm cookie portion of the flight.”
I know there’s a perfectly good reason for this disparity in our flying classes. It’s an international flight. His company has a policy of flying their employees coach on domestic flights and first class on international. But when I’m cleaning up dog vomit and he’s enjoying warm towel service, things just don’t seem fair.
Same with when we get dressed in the morning. He’s in a nice suit and tie, I’m in jeans and a t-shirt. Not that I want to be in a suit, mind you. And not like I don’t merchandise it up with a pair of earrings, maybe a scarf and cute flats. If you know me at all, you know I’m a proponent of putting forth an effort.
But this whole thing has got me thinking. In a couple, if one parent works outside the home and the other stays at home, does this inherently create a difference in social class between them?
Something to think about. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to clean the toilet.