My Husband works the Second Shift

I write this with a little bit of embarrassment, a little bit of guilt, and a whole lot of pride in having married so well!


My husband is a saint. No, really, he is. Not the card or cape carrying kind but the kind that blends in with everyday folks, just going about his business in the most natural and nonchalant way as possible.


Now I am a feminist who strongly believes in fair distribution of household responsibilities and yet, I sometimes feel like I just don’t do enough of my part in our family’s equation. This is especially true when my husband starts his second shift; at home.


In her 1989 groundbreaking book, The Second Shift, author Arlie Hochschild introduced the concept of the second shift. She was referring to the seemingly unending list of chores that inevitably fall into the women’s (mothers’) metaphorical (and sometimes literal) laps once they return home from work. While men appeared to have a distinction between work and home, with work specifically referring to labor outside the home in a differently located space, for working women, particularly working moms, the second shift of work began as so on as they returned home.


Dinner had to be cooked, books had to be read, the day’s play and dirt had to be washed (or hosed down) away, lunches for the next day had to be packed…essentially it didn’t matter what the task was, the mother shouldered the majority of the tasks and hence participated in the second shift.


In our household, my husband works a full-time job, while I get to live the privilege of being a stay-at-home-mom. During the weekdays, I take the kids out to museums and zoos, to parks and playgrounds, and to library story times. My entourage of a 2-year-old toddler and a 4-month old infant, and I travel in style, one perched on me in her baby carrier and another next to me, usually but not always, holding my hand as we make our grand entrance at grocery stories and other places we frequent (Imagine this is slo-mo with awesome music playing in the background). In addition, I cook, feed the kids, get them to nap, take them for walks around the neighborhood, dabble in amateur gardening, and write during the kids’ naps and after they go to bed.


Although I do all of this sometimes, I don’t always clean, do laundry, unload the dishwasher, take the trash out, or bring it in. There is no demarcated distribution of household duties in our relationship so basically, my husband and I just do what needs to be done and usually without keeping scores of who did what and when. Until now, that is.


We are parents to an infant and a toddler – this means that at any given time, we have to deal with a whole lot of chaos, tears, diapers, tantrums, sleep issues, and messy floors. While we share some or all of these tasks depending on the day and what else is going on, my husband is our toddler’s primary caregiver before he goes to work and after he returns home.


Because our infant child is a baby and exclusively breastfed, there is not much he can do with her schedule of eating and sleeping but he does entertain her and change diapers during her wakeful hours if I am occupied with something else.


Just to put things in perspective, let me give you a run down of my husband’s schedule:


Our toddler wakes up any time between 6:00 and 6:30 a.m. and starts calling out for daddy (that alone is a strong indication of his expectations that dad is the one to go to in the mornings)– This means that even if my husband is up working late, he still has to wake up and entertain the toddler so his screaming doesn’t wake up the baby or me.


Because I wake up multiple times a night to feed our baby, my husband’s spending the early morning hour with the toddler allows me to catch a few winks if the baby is still sleeping. This time he spends with our toddler is spent reading to him, getting his teeth brushed, diaper changed, and clothed and dressed for the day. Then they head downstairs so he can get breakfast – either oatmeal or eggs – that my husband makes and then feeds our toddler while telling him stories. I know, I know…I did hit the husband jackpot!


After breakfast, depending on how much time he has or if he has to make any work-related calls, he engages our toddler in play, reads to him some more, calms tantrums, disciplines, or threatens time outs…not everything all the time, of course, but as is appropriate. Finally, when he gets a few minutes, he makes himself a cup of espresso, gets dressed, and heads off to work. He is lucky if he gets to drink that espresso, hot.


Upon his return, our toddler who has waited all day for him to return, insists on daddy chasing him around the couch with a dump truck on his head, or play trains with him, or go water the plants in our little garden, or do some old-fashioned wrestling and piggyback riding. My husband, who is blinded by love for his son and his family, willingly does any or all of the above, laughing and rolling on the floor, being a child with our child.


As if all of what he already does isn’t enough, he also vacuums our carpets if he thinks the Roomba did not do a good enough job, gets the laundry out of the dryer and folds it if I have been too lazy about leaving it there for days, always unloads the dishwasher, and feeds our son dinner while telling him stories – again and sometimes having had to repeat the same story over and over again for weeks.


There is a lot more he does as part of his second shift that I could keep writing but at some point I have to stop making myself look like the worst wife in the world and so this is where I choose to stop.


I recently got to go out with some girlfriends, fellow moms, and watch ‘Bad Moms’ thanks again to my husband, who inspite of having returned from a business trip to New York that morning and being very exhausted (we live across the country in California and three time zones away), still enthusiastically put our son to bed like he does every night (except when he is away) so I could go see a movie and get a break (I had already put the baby down for the night).


While I found the movie entertaining, I also felt that movies like these do a huge disservice to the good dads in our society who do more than their share of household chores, shoulder equal or more of the caregiving responsibilities, and contribute significantly to the family unit.


I understand how any case for celebrating good dads or dads in general can be misconstrued as anti-feminist seen from a narrow definition of “feminist” or undermining of all the work that women do at and outside of the home – after all, how many women do what my husband does everyday and get celebrated or get blog posts written about them? Probably, not very many.


Like most female-dominated professions like teaching and nursing, where the few men in it rise to supervisory positions sooner than women despite being in the minority, my post may easily be interpreted as something of that nature, and perhaps it is.


In fact, I am sure had I been the one doing everything my husband does, there would be no odes written in my honor, there would be no awards given to celebrate my contribution to my family unit, and my husband would certainly not be writing a blog post praising me. Our societies, or at least the ones I associate with; Indian, Canadian, and US-American, would simply accept what I did in my second shift as a natural extension of my role as a woman, as a mother, and a wife. Period.


I am well aware that I have it really, really good. There are millions of stay-at-home-mothers who do much, much more than I do and never get so much as a pat on their back, not that, that is the goal. My point merely is to express just how blessed and fortunate I feel in having such an amazing man in my life.


I believe in expressing gratitude where it is deserved and yes, as a stay-at-home-mom, I do, do a lot for my kids that I haven’t listed here but I can tell you one thing, my life would not have been possible, had my husband not been my partner, sometimes a more than equal one, working with me as a team, in raising our kids and keeping our family unit functioning as well as it does.


So, in appreciation of that man, I say, let’s at least momentarily set aside our biases, our stereotypes and expectations, our feminist prerogatives and intellectual commentaries, and thank the men in our lives who make our own lives so immeasurably possible. Here’s to good dads (and husbands)!


[Note: I don’t have any ‘incognito’ images of my husband and daughter. When I get some, I’ll update this post.]

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A former Communication Studies professor turned a somewhat reluctant stay-at-home-mom (SAHM), I blog about my adventures raising two multiracial kids. I write about parenting and living a multicultural Indian-Canadian-American HinJew life with honesty, a few tears, lots of laughter, and gallons of coffee.
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  1. Bravo, Suchi! What a great post. It’s time we stood up and took notice of all the good work our husbands do. Also, loved the slo-mo image, gave me a good giggle.

    1. Thank you so much, Hema. Slo-mo..hahaha wonder what music would be most perfect 🙂 Hmm..

  2. upasna1987 says:

    Lovely post. Its great that division of work is not demarcated; both partners should keep their eyes on the pending work and do it whenever free. I am training my Hubby 🙂

    1. Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. Haha don’t know about ‘training’ but works better if it comes organically. All the best.

  3. I like !!! I love !!! Amazing post!!!

    1. Thank you so much, Richa. Appreciate it.

  4. Your husband seems a lot like mine. Most days I feel like I won some domestic lottery. Yayy for the men in our lives.

    1. Yay indeed! I wouldn’t have been even half an “okay” mom had it not been for him. We are fortunate indeed but I also want to think that we must have done something right and be at least half as good that they are still around 🙂

  5. S Rios says:

    I was glad to see that you finally admitted (somewhat) to writing through the looking glass, as I felt my feminist fumes slowly expanding through my pores. I am a proponent of letting the men, husbands, dads contribute without getting a “cookie”. They are lucky we let them procreate with us, sleep in our beds, play with our hair when they want. Does this participation credit feed the ego of the man and serve to fuel his continued effort? We become truly egalitarian when both partners engage in domesticity naturally, instinctively, and without guilt or need for praise.

    1. I agree with you on the last line. A day will come when we participate in everyday life activities just because they need to be done, regardless of our gender roles or biological sex. Going along with that, it seems hypocritical to then be in a position of being able to bestow “luck” on men as if women are not equal participants in wanting to procreate, wanting to share a bed with their partners, or in getting enjoyment from having their hair caressed. (Of course, I am not speaking of more serious issues like domestic violence or marital rape and others of that nature.). If we believe women have agency in all these matters, then I also believe that same agency involves appreciating our partners for the good people they are just as they appreciate our contributions to the family unit. To me, it all comes down to whether there is mutual recognition, appreciation, and love for/of one’s contributions to the family unit. That, for me, makes my partnership worth getting and receiving cookies over.

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