I am a traditionalist.
When I agreed (/put both arms up and did a little dance) to stay home with our twins my job description included the following: cooking, cleaning, laundry, all things children and all things home.
My husband's job description is to go to work every morning and make sure our bank account sees an automatic deposit every other week.
Jobs we both do with pleasure and without complaint.
We both do our 'work' during the day, evenings are family time and after the babes go down is our time.
Nothing but family and us time after he walks through the door every evening and on weekends.
That's just how it is around here.
Of course, there are a few exceptions.
Like, mowing the lawn and taking out the trash- those jobs are in Brian's category.
Or dishes. Brian's job.
All things dog? Brian's job.
Nine days ago the dog puked.
I asked him (very nicely) to please clean it up.
You see, our dog is a puker and I do a lot of things but dog puke just isn't one of them.
He agreed.
Eight days ago I reminded him.
Five days ago I reminded him.
Two days ago I reminded him.
Tonight I will remind him again.
I might even put a rag and cleaner next to it.
But I refuse to clean it myself.
I am standing firm.
This is how women get the label of 'nags.'
Men agree to do something and then never do it.
We remind them (over and over) and then somehow we're the bad people for them dropping the ball.
The thing is, as soon as I start cleaning dog puke, then I'll probably have to start giving the dog baths too.
Then it will be the dishes and the trash.
Tonight, we're reading "If You Give A Mouse a Cookie."
I'm hoping Brian will see the parallels.
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