Maybe I’ve decided upon a theme?
“Shit and Stuff: A Practice in Weekly Alliteration”. Does that sound good? haha!
Well, moving on. There is – after all – a point to this blog post.
Mostly, it’s centered around my newfound roommate: my step, brother-in-law. There have been a few nuances to work around, like making sure he knocks before opening our bedroom door, but I’ve already moved in on chore-bargaining.
For me, the ability to chore-bargain with a roommate is not only awesome, but imperative. The best part? I usually escape with the better compromise because I’m willing to take the shittiest job in place of the one job I hate the most. It’s not just chore-bargaining where I pick the worst for what I see as best. I once booked an aisle seat on a flight so that I could trade someone for a center seat. My husband was accompanying me on a work trip, but the flight didn’t have anymore side-by-side seats. I bought the aisle seat, and one of the last window seats for my husband. Then, on the day of the flight, I waited for the center seat person to get on the plane and asked if she wanted to trade. She didn’t even hesitate. Of course she didn’t want to sit between two strangers and give up the chance to sit on an aisle: score. For me, it was a win-win because I would rather sit next to my husband than sit on the aisle. The aisle has too much pressure. I feel obligated to wake people up when the flight attendant comes around asking about drinks and stuff. shiver No thanks!
Well, I used that same strategy for chore-bargaining. I know that my brother-in-law hates doing the dishes (apparent in his avoiding them for 3 days while the parents were out of the house). Here, dishes have to be done daily! There are 5 grown people living in one house: they pile up quickly. But, even with 4 dogs, the yard is big enough that dog poop only has to be cleaned up once a week.
For me, there’s no question: daily dishes 100-percent beat out having to pick up dog shit even once a week. Plus, because there are two of us, my husband and I do the dishes together. We share one room, so we share chores. So dishes/cleaning the kitchen with two people comes out as a better deal than two people having to argue about who will clean up the dog shit once a week: win-win!
What’s your dog shit vs dishes story? What have you offered to do for someone to avoid having to “pick up dog shit”?