Division of Labour: Pink Team vs Blue Team

Who wouldn't appreciate a kick ass hubby like this! <3

I have to say, my BLUE TEAM is pretty bitching!

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?

BLUE TEAM

PINK TEAM

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?

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