One thing becomes clear when you live with just one person, each person has specific jobs that they are accountable for (I don’t care what your eighth grade teacher taught you, “for which you are accountable” just sounds ridiculous!).
I am the only coffee drinker in the house, several cups a day. We keep the coffee in a normal sized tin, and we have several huge cans of Kirkland coffee in the pantry. I use coffee-mate in my coffee which we also keep in a normal sized container and have a huge reserve container in the pantry.
I am the only one to use the coffee or the coffee-mate, and yet I never refilled the small containers when they get low. It is just not my job. There was no reason for this, we didn’t take a vote, it just is Mrs. C’s job. I once tried to refill the coffee and was told,
“Stop, that’s my job!”
There are a lot of such silly home chores like this. Chores that anyone could do, but only one person does.
I unload the dishwasher. She loads the dishes. When I load any dishes, she redoes my loading. She will not, however load the flatware. I find hers in the sink.
“You load the dishes, why don't you load the flatware?”
“Because you complain how I load the flatware, it interferes with your unloading. I load the dishes because you don’t know how. You’re a man, no man knows how to load a dishwasher; I think it’s in the Bible.”
Yeah, she’s right.
At night, it is my job to turn out the front light. Mrs. C works three nights a week and comes home at 9 or ten. She could turn out the light when she comes home, but no, it is my job. At 10:30 I go downstairs to get a refill of water and turn out the light. If I forget I am scolded.
It is Mrs. C’s job to fill the humidifier in the bed room. It is my job to turn it on. It is my job to turn off the light at night. There are many such silly jobs in our house with specific responsibilities assigned for no particular rhyme or reason.
Mrs. C does the laundry. I clean the bathrooms, and vacuum the floors.
We took a vote on those chores. It was one to one. Apparently her one is bigger than my one. She says that is also in the Bible.
I should have gone to Sunday School.