His and Hers Chores
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Husband: Okay, seriously. I do not understand. How is it that certain jobs are just my jobs.
PM: Like what?
The Husband: Like the garbage. I come home, and the cans and the recycling boxes are strewn all over the driveway. And I know you got home before I did and I know you had to maneuver around them.
PM: And?
The Husband: Would it really be soo hard to just get out and put them away?
PM: Yes.
The Husband: And when I go on trips. Seriously - you can't even take it out at all? I am away and therefore we have to miss a whole week?
PM: Yes.
The Husband: How is it okay that it is just my job like that?
PM: I had the babies. You do the garbage. That's how it works.
(Oh yeah. I pulled out the "I had your babies" card. I don't use it very often. But the garbage? Puh-lease.)
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4 comments:
Love it!!! Babies trumps garbage any day.
I frequently shout "I sacrificed my perineum! IN THE LIVING ROOM!" when met with a particularly distasteful chore. I hope it never loses its power.
Oh Jane...that is just downright fantastic.
But remember: with great power comes great responsibility. User your perineum wisely.
(Yeah, I meant "use.")
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