There is sort of an unspoken duty assignment in this household. I wash the underwear and everything else (all of the time), he takes out the trash (most of the time), and so on and so forth. I believe it keeps our family in balance. Never mind that Brock is the actual key to the smooth sailing, as the man is so mellow that I sometimes check his vitals when he sleeps. Again, thank God he doesn't smoke pot. He would be in a coma.
So there is something stuck in the garbage disposal. I don't know what it is, but when I turn it on I get a face full of spray that is a delightful mixture of water, last night's spaghetti and this morning's oatmeal. Yummy.
And I have no intention of sticking my hand into that greasy hole and searching out the culprit.
Because yesterday Thing 2 shit on me at the chiropractors office, an appointment which I had to wake BOTH sleeping children to get to on time. Did you get that? THEY WERE BOTH ASLEEP AT THE SAME TIME. We all had adjustments, which we all three needed, and as soon as we got home, Thing 2 fell directly on his head in a glorious hands-free noggin landing, which is obviously an awesome activity after a spinal correction. And I needed to do laundry, but the machine was broken, which Brock "fixed" by shoving a screwdriver into a hole and leaving it there. Mysteriously, that method of "fixing" was not effective, so I had to stand in front of the washer with the lid open and manually depress a button. (If anyone starts in on me about doing laundry in the creek with a bar of lye and a washboard, I warn you that I can hit a human head with my shoe from a solid 20 feet away.) Then I forced myself to play barnyard animals with the Things, and Thing 2 gleefully chucked a large plastic horse in my direction and hit me in the eye (I have clearly passed my target hitting abilities to the next generation). Then I put a 16 month old in time out, which is always smooth sailing. Oh and Thing 1 woke up screaming with pain in his ear, so I kept him home from school and put him on antibiotics and listened to him whine. Then I cleaned inside and out and it still looks like a herd of buffalo ran through my house and patio. Then I drank
So, I vote that Brock sticks his hand down the slimy steamy trap and fish out whatever is stuck. Screw the bugs, I can handle those dudes. I think the man should clean the sink drain, because that stuff REALLY creeps me out. I also vote that he empties the mysterious containers of uneaten leftover food from the refrigerator.....
What things do you take charge of in your house? What about your significant other?