When I was young and shared apartments, we always had a division of responsibilities. Every Saturday, each roommate’s chores rotated. Everything got done (usually) and the work was divided evenly (mostly). Every so often, over the years, I look at some chore and think, “I sure wish I had a chore wheel and I could point to someone else whose turn it was to clean the bathroom or the kitchen or . . . .”
I hate being the “man of the house.” I have learned that “if it is to be, it’s up to me.” Needless to say, a lot of things don’t get done around here. But I do get to open the blinds and unlock the doors in the morning and close the blinds and lock the doors every night. Day after day, night after night. I love our blinds, but they represent the fact that I am in charge. The blinds are the least of the things I am responsible for. But they are always, always there, every day, every night.
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Denise
Oooohhh, I love this! It is the one in charge who opens and closes the household. What an interesting insight.
I also wish I could rotate the chores–I did buy coupons for a cleaning service, which starts next month. I also gave myself the this afternoon off for cleaning, so your post is quite timely for me. I just cleaned the car. I’ve rolled up sleeves to tackle the apartment.
Thanks for the updates today. I feel like you welcome us in your home when you share.