A normal day looks like Gavin getting up early, going to work then school while I stay home, clean the house, run some errands, and head to work in the afternoon. I am 100% fine with the laundry/dishes/vacuum jobs while he is busy with other things.
On Sunday I had to work from 9-4. I came home to dishes all over the kitchen, Gavin watching T.V., and candy wrappers all over the floor.
I got frustrated as I thought to myself "why is it my job to clean up all the time?" The frustration probably showed in my actions but I am glad I didn't say anything.
It came to me about 8 o'clock that night when I went half an hour without hearing a word from him but I did hear a whole lot of splashing in the bathroom.
The answer to my question: "because it's your job to plunge the toilets!"
(cha-ching motion with right arm, hand in fist, elbow bent at 90 degrees)
I love it! :) Great story to remember.
ReplyDeleteHahaha love it. Oh those times...
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