So about 2 weeks ago, I decided that I wanted help around here. Really decided. Like made a list decided. It was really very simple (I think).
Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Sebastian is responsible for cleaning the bibs, highchairs, and managing toy clean-up. I get to put up leftovers, clean the pots and pans, counters, stove, table, and sweep. We just take turns on emptying the dishwasher. Tuesdays and Thursdays we swap. And we even it out on the weekends.
I know. I am a tyrannous wife. I have eliminated joy, relaxation, and fun from my husband who now has (as he put it), "chores". Which I must add that he did make note that we should make exceptions to their completion if we are having a "hard" week. And I believe his example was, "like, when you have a test", and then he added, "or when I've had a hard day".
Just about every day is a hard day for him and I strongly believe he was creating loopholes, but hey-I'm easy going....sordof.
Well, I understand that change is hard. Straying from the norm can take all sorts of time, and this is a work in progress. Translation: Sebastian has been having a hard couple of weeks,... I guess. But, I know that there is a period of acclimating that needs to take place with one's new found responsibilities-especially after three years of not doing some of these things.
Tonight, I was at the grocery store with Sebi when my phone rang.
him: "Are the dishes in the dishwasher clean?"
her: "no, I need to buy detergent."
him: "Oh, o.k."
It's his turn to empty the dishwasher, and by golly! he's making an effort. This makes me happy....for the rest of the grocery store trip and ride home. Because, when I got home to cook dinner, I noticed:
The plates around the stove were askew. My pan was sitting at an angle which seemed funny, and I noticed that the stove plates were set horizontal instead of vertical. He had cleaned the stove. I know I should rejoice. I know I should have hands held high. There should probably be a Hallelujah shouted out.......BUT,
Did I ever mention that I don't like Sebastian coming home to a dirty house? Now, I'm not hitting stellar records, but I would say that a good 8 out of 10 nights, I make sure that the kitchen is tidy along with the living area. No dirty counters. No dirty dishes. No dirty table. No toys thrown everywhere.
So, my husband had apparently cleaned the counters, stove, and table which I had just cleaned before he got home. It was nice to cook on a spanking clean stove, but I knew it was going to get dirty. I weighed the mention, and rolled the dice...
her: "um, you know that the cleaning usually takes place after the dinner, right? because, that's when the mess is made?"
him: "well, I can't be doing those things after a certain hour. I have to get up at 6:00 in the morning. so, I can not do any of that after 8:00, or 8:30.
her: "um, it's 7:30 now"
And what I wanted to say was,
I sure would like my time-clock, so I can clock out at a given hour!
*the hims and hers are out there to protect the parties involved. I never said "we" had those conversations. assume what you will...
And now, I'm off to clean the stove, counters and table. Sebi helped me sweep earlier, and I went ahead and did the pots and pans myself.
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Hmmm, I think her is making a good point and I think HIM is just like some other HIMs I know... but I say good for her for trying to find a plan that works for everyone!
I think that HIM lives at this house, too.
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