Jeff Pryor
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- Joined
- Mar 5, 2002
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I do the yard work and anything that needs to be done with our vehicles. My wife does the housework, though I do occasionally vacuum and dust.
"Step forward into your cave. That's right. You're going deeper into your cave. And you're going to find, your power animal..."
Peace Out~
I have a similar "arrangement" as Greg Rowe above, I do dishes, vacuum, clean the kitchen and take care of pet-related cleaning, while my wife cooks, does the laundry, pays the bills, cleans and dusst.No wonder MickeS has time to make 3883 posts, He doesn't have a job that ties him down daily because it seems his wife must make all the money since she can pay all the bills!
Seriously, I'm just ribbin-ya MikeS
Anyway, My SO and I's chore chart:
Food: pretty even. I cook some stuff, she cooks the other stuff.
Laundry: We each do our own. She's allergic to my laundry detergent and her hypo-allergenic (whatever) specialty detergent isn't working well enough for my clothes.
Dishes: We have a dish-washer
Vaccuming: She does this
Vehicle Maintenence: I do this, cleaning, oil changes, repairs... I rule the garage!
HT control: Also me, I once caught her leaving a DVD outside of its case and resting shiny-side down on top of the tv.
If at all possible, have her go part-time or quit for a while.Or he could go part-time or quit for a while.
Ah, I have nothing to add to this thread. My husband and I both are packrats to the max (me with books, magazines, newspapers, him with electronic, video and audio equipment, not to mention thousands and thousands of videotapes, DVDs, CDs, cassettes and LPs), and, casual, shall we say, about the house. Our place would be enough to make Martha Stewart have 3 heart attacks at once. 4 cats don't earn their keep by helping, either. We keep the kitchen and bathroom fairly decent, and do the laundry together. We whirlwind clean when someone is coming over, but otherwise, we'd both much rather be watching/going to movies, reading, computering, making love, anything else, than worrying about a few dustballs and made beds.
Then again, I was born without the girly gene necessary for tasteful decorating. Kate Bush and movie posters are good enough for me. That's why I don't mind all the holes drilled, wires protruding and the big old heavy Sony 1252 projector hanging from our living room ceiling, or the permanent thick black heavy plastic over all the living room windows (hidden behind the curtains though). Our living room is for entertaining, and for us, "entertaining" ONLY means watching movies on the big screen. I laugh at people who try to hide their HT equipment in embarrassment (lots of wives/girlfriends have their priorities completely screwed up in regards to what's more important/likely, someone from Architectural Digest dropping by unexpectedly, or watching movies alone or with friends).