I’ll be candid — Andy and I argue about one thing and one thing only, but we argue about it over and over and over. That one thing is load sharing. As you probably know, I work as an attorney. I work a lot. Lately it has been 65-70 hours a week. Andy, on the other, stays at home with the kids. When I come home from work, I don’t come home to to a place that is orderly and with dinner waiting for me. Instead, I come home to a house that looks like a tornado just went through it. The beds aren’t made, nothing is where it belongs, no dinner is on the table, but the dishwasher is always ready for me to unload. I spend much of the night angry at Andy while tidying up the house and finishing up Jude’s homeschooling while Andy escapes to his man cave to do whatever it is that Andy does. After our talk the other night, Andy has really stepped up the pace and has been helping me out. He has also kept score and it’s pretty funny. We’ll see how long this impressive streak lasts.
9/23/13
- Made beds
- Did dishes
- Emptied garbage
- Cleaned orange crap out of freezer
- Accepted apology
- Made laundry soap
- Cleaned poop off living room carpet
- Folded laundry
- Put laundry away
- More dishes
9/24/13
- Made beds
- Met with window guy and ordered windows (2.5 hours)
- Finished laundry soap
- Kept boys alive
- Fixed latch on back storm door
- Dishes
- Replaced some burnt out light bulbs
- Caught Asher as he fell off the top bunk of bunk bed