Supermum begins!

It's school holidays at last (we're halfway through them now actually) and I promised my head teacher that I'd entertain the world with my naive rantings by starting my own blog. I'm an ex-journalist, now teaching in TAFE, feeling much like a clown juggling skittles on the edge of a cliff. Sometimes it's funny, usually it's full of unbridled passion, but it's a rollercoaster. So here we go!
In the middle of the night, when all the kids are asleep, I have extraordinarily opinionated moments of clarity on life, current affairs and so on. My wisdom simply must be shared - although in the cold light of day, perhaps not.
In any case, a commitment to blogging was made, and so I will proceed. No doubt I will offend some but hopefully will find like-minded females out there who share my daily tedium, and who will understand.
Last night I decided that feminism has done men a much greater service than women. (I told you I'd probably offend people). In my 36 years I've discovered that there are no Disney-style marriages. Get partnered up and ready for disappointment, girls. At best you'll get a friend for life. At worst you'll be cultivating an adversary who will sap every ounce of strength you've got and leave you devastated, trying to salvage any dense of dignity with children who blame you for pushing their dad away.
Luckily, I've never had the really bad stuff happen to me - but I know people who have. Thanks to feminism, we can now "have it all" - but today's men seem to consider that we SHOULD do it all. All the housework, childcare, and still have a fulltime job with the salary to match or, even better, exceed their own. Wow, are they doing well out of this.
We are joint signaturies on the mortgage, car loan, etc. We take on all the responsibility and society accepts it while we struggle to get kids to school, mop floors and hide the throw-up on our suit jackets. Meanwhile the DH still doesn't know how to change a toilet roll.
My mum has never even had to complete her own tax return. My dad has always done it all.
Gone are the days of the hubby providing a 'housekeeping allowance' to the wife to pay for groceries or whatever. These days men can't budget to save their lives. They do less around the house than ever before. At best, they pay the lawn mower guy. At worst, the woman books him AND pays him (as well as the childcare she already pays for).
Maybe a prince for this century will be one who pays more than lip service to caring for his family. He will be one who really begins to sacrifice and compromise - one who puts his family first, beyond career and personal success - in a way that actually hurts, just as we females have always had to do.
Time to address the balance. Time to bring our boys up to see cooking and cleaning as normal activities that don't require boobs - and remember to open a door, and to remember that every woman is important, and even though she CAN do everything, a loving relationship means she should never, ever, be made to.