Men v/s Woman

I know that the old saying Men are from Mars, and woman are from Venus rings so true in all of us. Does it have to be from 2 totally different planets though? I have said it before, but I know it to be true, it IS one of Gods biggest jokes. Why are we SO different? Everything is done with a separate thought process completely. It really makes it tough on the days our husbands are home from work, when they are normally gone in the day. Why does that throw our schedules off completely?
Even the kids are different when Dad is home. I mean, I do love my husband, so I am okay telling you that there are times that I totally hate him. I know it is because we see things so very differently. " Why do we Betty crocker girls, and Tonka truck boys? Are we that separate in our likes even as children? My son does have a doll that he sleeps with, and has carried around since he could walk, but I have seen him put that same doll in a truck, and roll it down my stairs. He loves to jump, and smash things, and yell loudly, and pick up bugs. My oldest daughter likes to color, and dance, and help cook. And flinches at the thought of a bug in hear vacinity. It is fascinating.
Have we placed these stereo types on each other? Or is it really our natural instincts? Would a boy who only had Barbies to play with, never play at all? Or would a little girl that grew up with 4 brothers turn out to be a Tom Boy? No. No. NO!
I understand that in many other cultures, the woman is not to be seen, or heard from. They are not to ever expose any part of their bodies, let alone expose an opinion. Even as my Grandparents were growing up, the woman was viewed as the lesser of the 2. Why do they say that all MEN were created as equals? Why is this a sore spot to me?
My husband and I bicker. It really makes me upset when I think that he is trying to pull the old "But I am Man!" bit with me. I will not be made to feel any less equal then he is, just because he is the one that brings home a pay check. I am constantly feeling like I need to prove to him what I do that is worth a pay check, but I do not see a payday financially. My payment comes through my children. They are clean, and happy, well fed, and never lonely. There clothes are all washed, with lunch for school, and a note inside exclaiming that I am thinking of them, even when they are at school. Yet, 5 minutes around my husband on many days, and I am left feeling inadequate. He really has no idea that he makes me feel that way, let alone do it on purpose. So again I ask???? WHY WHY WHY are we so different?
Why can they handle the noise of the television, the baby crying, and the phone ringing, while still singing at the top of their voice? While there are days I can't stand the sound of silence. Why can they play like children, with out the thought of consequence, and I am left to say, "be careful, before you crack your head." Why can they have the children out side in the snow, and I have to yell, "put on a coat gloves, and hat." Why do I need to take a backpack of toys, an extra change of clothes for each kid, snacks for the car, wipes for their hands, an extra drink, diapers, and PJ's just in case? While my husband leaves with them for the afternoon with out even a diaper bag, and survives!!
Daddy always knows how to turn home work into a game, and I am left with the role as the mean principle. Are we really supposed to be able to co exist? I am telling you, every time you and your husband say to each other....WHAT....WHATEVER!!! $@*#!%+^*& ? God is up there laughing. Entertaining himself with the thought that after all of these millions of years, we are still night and day.
My husband and I have been taking a class on the 5 love languages. We are all made up very differently when it comes to the way we express and receive love from each other. Gift giving, acts of kindness, quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation. Very strong languages. I know that I am words of affirmation, and physical touch. So as much as kind words make me feel good, lack of kind words makes me feel empty inside. Is it that easy? If we figure out our love languages, we could learn to communicate better? I will have to get back to you on that one. My husband and I have to get past the butting heads part.
In the mean time, I am teaching my son to do laundry, cook, and over endoulging him in the affection department, and giving my youngest daughter a Tonka truck for Christmas. Maybe this will give them a heads up in their future relationships!!