Not My Job

 

Not My Job

Mrs. C and I have very specific household chore assignments. 

Laundry – Mrs. C

Vacuum – Cranky

Clean bathrooms – Cranky (Except shower floor – Mrs. C)

Drive anywhere – Mrs. C

Move stuff around when guests come over so it looks like we are not a sloppy household – Mrs. C

Anything that needs to be done by telephone – Mrs. C

Plan anything – Mrs. C

Make meals – On our own (except grilling – Cranky/Lasagna – Mrs. C)

Refill coffee cans, sugar and coffee creamer – Mrs. C

Fix broken stuff – Mrs. C

Put new stuff together – Mrs. C

Anything on a ladder – Cranky

I’m guessing most of this is pretty standard, but it does get a little weird:

Load dishes in dishwasher – Mrs. C

Rearrange loaded dishwasher – Cranky

Load flatware in dishwasher – Cranky

Unload dishwasher – Cranky

Rearrange unloaded dishes – Mrs. C

Clean Tupperware and steak knives – Mrs. C

Separate junk mail from mail – Mrs. C

Put separated junk-mail in recycle box – Cranky

“Is this junk-mail?”

“Yes”

“Why don’t you put it in the recycle box, it’s only two feet away?”

“It’s your job.”

Turn out porch light – Cranky

“Did you turn out the porch light.”

“No.”

“But you were just downstairs.”

“It’s your job.”

Take out the garbage – Cranky

Replace plastic bag in kitchen garbage pail – Mrs. C

Put the top back on the kitchen garbage pail – Cranky

“Why don’t you put the top back on?  You take it off, why leave it on the floor, just put it back on!”

“It’s your job.”

I have no idea how these job assignments came to pass.  There is no rhyme or reason.  Some assignments are downright silly.

Works for us.