Skill Sets
My mother-in-law Toni often reminds me to look at the bigger picture. She reminds me that everyone comes to this world equipped with a different set of tools, and can take on different things.
Gender roles seem to be the theme of the day. Earlier I had a conversation with a co-worker about different religious traditions and their view of the woman as submissive to her husband, and the dichotomy between that and the modern cultural norm of women getting all the shit done. (No offense gentlemen. Look to your own lives. You know it to be true.)
Tonight, I was again reminded of our respective roles and those skill sets.
Eddie pitched in on some long overdue housework (OSHA hazard ratings level. Honestly). He bagged up the trash, I grabbed some laundry, and we headed to sorta-scary basement to get shit done.*
Eddie, holding the fabric softener: What do I do? Just put some in?”
Me: Yep. (Points to small receptacle for softener) Just fill that up.
Ed: POUR IT ALL OVER THE FRONT OF THE WASHING MACHINE LIKE CHOCOLATE SAUCE?!?! OKAYYYY!!!!!
(He didn’t actually say this. The result was the same.)
I do mean ALL over the washing machine… like… in the door.. over the front of the door… on the floor…. under the machine……..
…….in the teeny tiny cracks that no towel can ever reach.
Ever.
Avocado one-upmanship: Achievement unlocked. I also had the best laugh of my whole sick-ass worked-anyway Monday from hell.
I love being married 
*In the interest of full disclosure, he was trying to be nice to his girl because A) she is sick as a fucking dog - and it’s his fault, and B) he did the grocery run for tacos (to be nice to aforementioned sick girl) and came home with avocados that could have been used to hammer horseshoes. Sick girl has no patience, and flipped her shit about the avocados. Undaunted by his histrionic wife, he soldiered on. God love him.
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The sickness is my fault. I got Dana sick, who got Eddie sick, who got you sick. Sorry!