Today is a perfect example of why I tend to favor traditional roles for men and women.
When the temperature is 26 degrees below zero with a windchill dipping near minus 50, I don't have to go outside. I can stay inside and make sugar cookies with the kids and listening to Bing Crosby while my husband is outside taking care of the livestock.
I can nudge my camera lens out the door for a split second to capture the crispness of 26 degrees below zero, but I don't have to suffer the frozen nostrils and chest pain of taking a full breath of frigid air. I can make a hearty lunch so he can warm his belly when he comes in, but since I stocked up on groceries before the storm hit, I have no reason to leave this house until the weather improves.
Of course, if he were to need some help thawing frozen livestock waterers or getting the chores done, I wouldn't complain about going out there. But so far, he's handling the duties just fine on his own.
Maybe I'll reward his hard work with a batch of fudge.