I don’t know about your family, but in our family we have decidedly PINK TEAM jobs and BLUE TEAM jobs. Now before you start burning your bra, take a freaking breath. I don’t mean to say we follow the school of thought where the dame should be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. Anyone who has sampled my cuisine knows the last place for me is in the kitchen! It seems that once we were married there were certain roles that we just assumed, and others that we inherently expected our spouse to fill. For example, there is no freaking way I am touching a dead mouse. Ever. And poor Hubs always starts heaving when he hears a kid barf in the other room. Its come to the point now where if I have a flat tire I will start bellering “BLUE TEAM! BLUE TEAM!” like a wailing ambulance. I like to think of it as a symbiotic relationship where we each take and give a little, making life a little easier for the other guy. After all, isn’t that what marriage is all about?
|Pregnancy instigation||Labour and childbirth|
|Indoor rodent trapline maintenance||Cleaning up mammalian vomit|
|Dispatching injured or sick animals||Barnyard gynecology and obstetrics|
|Building shit||Cleaning shit|
|Trailer Backer Upper||Feeding babies solids (too vomit-like)|
|Tire Changer||Diaper maintenance|
|Shitter Fixer||Talking to the dog like a human|
|Hockey Coach||Party Bus Chauffeur|
|Maytag Repair Man||Professional Shopper|
|Jimmy Rigger||Party Planner|
|Landline Phone Operator||Designated Driver|
Do you follow the PINK TEAM and BLUE TEAM model of domestic bliss? What are some of the items on your list?