THE BIG SWITCH
To complete this task, my husband and I had to agree upon chores we would swap. I explained the assignment to him and asked what he thought I could do that he normally does. It’s an interesting assignment and could reveal what the other takes for granted. He thought about it for maybe 20 seconds and said I would mow the grass and edge with the weed eater/edger. I took a little longer but I came up with his chore, which would be to shampoo, condition and blow-dry my daughter’s hair. With chores assigned, it was time to take action.
I have mowed grass once in my entire life and had never used a weed eater. I didn’t even know how to turn the thing on. I could already feel the bugs crawling on me and the grass itching me and the sneezing and all around sweatiness that comes with working in the yard. Needless to say, I’m an indoor chick. I love admiring trees and flowers and a well-kept lawn…from inside. First, I had to go around and pick up tree twigs and then I had to put on safety goggles and my boots from my military days. Then I was ready to mow. Ken showed me how to start the mow, which was easy and I pushed off. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be and I must say I did a pretty good job. However, the weed eater I did not like at all. I do not like holding that thing and walking around with it. It scared me because I thought I might cut my flowers and plants and run up on a snake. Nevertheless, I persevered and did a halfway good job. I couldn’t wait to run in and take a long shower and put on a moo-moo and drink a beer. I was dog-tired and he laughed at me. He said I had to dump the bag that kept the clippings and finish tidying up the yard. Once I finally finished, I drank the beer in my dirty clothes out on the patio and admired my beautiful lawn. Then I ran in and showered. Now it was his turn.
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When I had given him the chore, he looked slightly dazed but said, “Okay, I can do it”. My daughter’s head spun completely around and she started begging and pleading with me to come up with another chore for my husband. I thought about it a couple of more minutes and cancelled that chore because I shouldn’t make her suffer something so traumatic at the tender age of nine. It took me a couple of more days, because I must admit we share just about all the chores in running our house. We both clean, do laundry, empty trash, wash dishes, etc., so I had to think really hard. Then it hit me! My husband has a phobia about anything dealing with feminine menstrual products. If I don’t want him to find something I’m hiding, all I have to do is lay a new tampon or sanitary napkin in the drawer on top of everything and he will not touch anything in the drawer. So I told him he had to go the store and purchase a box of tampons and pads.
What a surprise! He said, “Hell no, I can’t do it!” I said you need to get over this phobia, because you may one day have to go get some for our daughter. He said he would call my sister, Mom or Aunt. After much debate, he finally agreed. We all went to the store with him to ensure he picked up the boxes, carried them to the register and paid for them himself. He was so embarrassed; you would think he had peed on himself in public or something. My son, daughter and I held back our laughter until we got back into the truck.
We both learned a great deal from this and do not take any of what the other does for granted. I loved it and we will complete another switch later.