After being married for . . . 32 1/2 years . . . it's pretty safe to say that Tom and I have worked out a division-of-labor that pretty much works for us. I cook; he cleans up. He takes care of run-of-the-mill household repairs; I schedule the major stuff. I paint; he touches up. We each take care of our own car. That kind of thing.
But there are a few things that . . . have just evolved.
Without an out-loud agreement.
Things that . . . I could certainly take care of myself. But I let Tom do instead.
Things like . . .
- Dig. (He loves to dig. Me? Not so much. But I could. . .)
- Carry heavy things. (I'm pretty strong. I can carry things. But I let Tom do it anyway.)
- Change light bulbs. (In fact, I let him purchase, inventory, and store the light bulbs.)
- Pack the car. (Trust me. This is the Only Way.)
- Cook eggs. (He is fabulous with eggs.)
- Grill. (I have never grilled anything ever. I know I could -- but Tom just loves it too much for me to jump in.)
- Assemble things. (I'm better with instructions. Really. But I just stand back and let him work it out. Y'know?)
- Change the channels. (This one is hard for me. But it's generally more peaceful if I just let him hold the remote.)
- Drive. (It's a control thing.)
- Push the cart. (See #9.)
How about YOU? What do you let someone else do . . . that you're perfectly capable of doing yourself?
The green grass in that picture above? It's killin' me. . .