M and I are a formidable team. We run our house as tightly as a ship. (Well, ok, a really, really messy ship, but seriously, it’s a tight one.) We each have our chores which we do mostly without complaining or needing to be reminded.
I cook, he cleans up.
I make the bed, he cleans the kitty litter.
I do the laundry, he lays it flat, I fold it.
We share most things baby related. (Yes, even diaper duty.)
When the mess gets overwhelming we share the cleaning-up.
M wins bonus points for dealing with anything to do with the dishwasher. (I would rather wash dishes by hand any day than having to deal with loading or unloading the dishwasher. I know, I’m weird.) He is also in charge of taking out the trash. It’s a pretty big job. We have trashcans in almost every room of the house. The trash is only picked up once a week, so it becomes a big job, one I never want to do.
I win double bonus points for dealing with all night wakings from the young princess. Usually it’s in my best interest. If M gets up to deal with C, he usually ends up pulling her from her crib, waking her up fully, and taking 20 minutes to get her back down. Often I end up having to get up anyway. If I get up I can have C back to sleep in 30 seconds. I barely have to wake up myself! Some nights, like Saturday night, the system fails me, but these are the risks I take.
I feel fortunate that we have found such a great balance. I know I’m lucky to have a husband who is so involved on the homefront. I never have to nag for anything to get done. We know our chores and we just do it, it’s just how it works here.
It’s good to know our partnership extends beyond sharing a meal.