I've had the bacon conversation with a couple of different people over the last couple of months. What's the bacon conversation? Actually, it's more of a bacon theory.
The theory goes as such: If a person in a family is bringing home the mouth feeding portion of the money each month (the bacon) you can not give them crap about working. No, not "working" but that annoying stuff like answering business calls at 10pm when you are trying to get them to go "downtown."
This theory is interesting and I find that Brazilians do not give their partners much crap at all about working a lot. Contrary to popular belief abroad, Brazilians put work horses to shame! Working until 830 or 9pm really isn't that big of a deal here, and I have a theory as to why. Shocker, huh.
There are numerous factors in this. First off, it's really not uncommon at all to have 2 income families down here. You are totally not going to bitch at your husband for answering that call if you were on the phone in the first place.
There's also the Nanny/Maid situation. People have them. They are a buffer between overworking spouses and stay at home moms/dads. Hell, they are the stand-in parent for the 2 income households. And in the case of the Nanny/Maid, they can't complain to the bacon bringer. Hell, they are paid to wait around and cook the bacon that's brought.
And that fact that there is someone in the middle, who's job is to pick up the slack, makes a huge difference. The biggest complain of this stay at home Mom is the lack of buffering. I can get pretty chafed sometimes and it's not pretty!
Of course, that's only with my minis as I do have a maid twice a week to help me around the house. It's a good thing for Mr. Rant. He sure as hell would get a lot more crap for his socks being littered around the entire apartment. He denies it but it's either him or we have a serious sock-mold situation growing in this place.
The point being, it can be hard to be a supportive partner for a busy spouse. It can be upsetting to see the kiddos little faces pressed on the window as they look for Daddy on the street because they know he's going to be home before bedtime.
And when they complain, I open sacks of bacon and throw pieces at the ungrateful little bastards. Actually no, that would be cruel. Good bacon is far too expensive in Brazil to be wasting it like that.
But we have had the talk that everything costs money and the reason Daddy works so hard is to help pay for things like food, soccer practice, and cable tv. Priorities. And they get it. The chatter box even offered to not have snacks for a week if Daddy could come home early.
Then when I put them to bed after a day that had, I swear, 321 hours in it, I go out to the living room. I sit down and I have the same conversation with myself using wine, internet connection, and staying home with my babies as my examples.
Freaking Bacon, always expanding our minds.