We have a pretty even division of labor. She cleans and does the laundry, I do most of the cooking, take care of the lawns and shrubs, the pool, and we either grocery shop together or, if we need to go to more than one store, we split it. The kids are responsible for dishes and pots, but that's mostly loading and unload the dishwasher, and cleaning their own rooms and bathroom.
mya, when I was growing up (think middle school age) my mom was out of town a lot taking care of my sick grandma. After a while we ran out of food at the house. It being Texas, there was no grocery store within walking distance, so my brother and I couldn't go shopping ourselves. My dad came home one night with a pint of strawberries and bottled water. Dinner's served, kids.
Is anybody else watching the Mars Rover landing? <a class="postlink" href="http://eyes.nasa.gov/launch2.html?document=$SERVERURL/content/documents/msl/edl.xml" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://eyes.nasa.gov/launch2.html?docum ... sl/edl.xml</a> And <a class="postlink" href="http://news.yahoo.com/abc-news-live-stream-coverage-20120309.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://news.yahoo.com/abc-news-live-str ... 20309.html</a> Looks like it's landing in 30 minutes.
I don't know why I even bother trying to go to sleep before midnight when I know it always completely fails unless I'm deathly ill. I've been tired all weekend, so at 11:30 I thought, maybe I'll just go to sleep now. Fast forward tp when I snap awake because I am really hot, my dream was verging on turning into a nightmare, and my roommate closed his door. I thought maybe it was, like, 8am. No, it was 1:30. Another oddly timed nap, as always.
....and will probably be accidently driven over a cliff again in 60 minutes. I can't wait to find out all not-new, non-interesting facts about that dead, one toned planet all over again. When we land humans on it (another decade or two probably) or Olympus Mons erupts wake me up. In the meantime why do we give a shit if it once had water on it I find space travel fascinating as the next person, but doesn't anybody else feel this wastes shitloads of cash to find nothing?
Could be worse. I'm pretty much the same except I always, without exception, wake up as soon as the sun rises. I could literally count on two hands the number of times in my entire life when I've gotten a full night of uninterrupted sleep.
Since my daughter was born, I have not slept past 9 am for almost four years. Even if she's staying somewhere else, by internal clock commands me to spring out of bed at non-sleeping-in hours. I miss sleeping through hangovers on Sunday morning, it was the bomb. Instead, I get a three-foot-tall firecracker raindancing around me on the matress muttering a soft "DADDYDADDYDADDYDADDYDADDYDADDY LETS GO BUY A GOLDFISH AN GO TO THE BEACH AN SWIM IN GRAMPAS POOL AN GO PLAY IN THE PARK AN (ETC.)..." it's not quite the same. The reason for always waking up early may also be a getting older thing, but another couple that we're friends with none of them get up before 11 am on the weekend including their young kids. Assholes.
My best friend's family is like this, except they get up at 11 every day. She works nights, so it's her schedule that makes it like that. The trade off is that her monsters don't go to bed until 11pm and are nightmares when school is in session. I'll get up a little early if it spares my evening and sanity. My kids get up around 7 in the morning. On the rare occasion I am still sleeping, they just watch cartoons until I awaken. I have trained them well.
When I read the first post about this, in my head I was thinking "I bet she did't give him a list, he won't get anything but toiletries and beer."
My mom said that I should "make" dinner for him. Cat food on a plate and ask if he wants a side of toilet paper or paper towels with that. Regarding the list, he asked if I needed anything specific. I didn't, so I said "just the normal stuff". Which apparently involves no food. And for all the doubters, he is a human being in his 30s, he has successfully purchased food at the grocery store all on his own before (we actually used to alternate weekly - sure, I got more stuff, but he was capable of the task of selecting milk). I refuse to believe that he is not capable of such a basic thing, so it's gotta be a front. As my mom again said, "well it obviously worked....look where you are right now" when I called her from the grocery store to laugh (i.e. bitch) about it. So, I think he will be soley responsible for the big weekly food shopping for the next couple weeks. Two can play this game.
The next couple of weeks are going to be a lot of fun with the freezer jammed full of waffles, corn dogs, and dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets.
It's a long weekend up here. Hell, I have tomorrow off as well so anybody who wants to keep the partying goping, knock yourself out. And Dixie, you're just getting fucking disgusting now. You went from retro-appreciative to Buzz Killington so KNOCK IT OFF.