W-B-U-R Podcasts, Boston.
The universe has good news for the lost, lonely, and heart sick.
The sugars are here, speaking straight into your ears.
I'm Steve Alman.
I'm Cheryl Strayed.
This is Dear Sugars.
Oh dear song,
won't you please Share some little sweet days with me I check my love eyes every day Oh in the sugar you see in my way Dear Sugars,
I don't have a huge burning question,
but I'd like to figure out how to get my husband to understand emotional labor without sounding like I'm just complaining.
He has come a long way,
but I'd love advice about how to get him to be more empathetic and to understand that being in charge of providing the food,
clothes, doctors, medicines, activities, and holidays, our two children, and our pets, takes a toll.
When I complain of being mentally exhausted because of how much I do,
my husband's typical response is to tell me about all the work he does around the house.
I'm sad to say that we conform to gender roles when it comes to the division of labor, much to my chagrin.
Perhaps an example would help.
This is my morning.
I get up at the same time as my children, who are now 12 and 14, as I have done since they were born.
I help them with their breakfast and lunches, feed both of our dogs,