CHARLESTON, W.Va. - Once we got married, the missus and I sort of naturally fell into a division of household duties.
I'd bought the house we live in before I even met her, so I had to get used to sharing chores, which was pretty nice. Mostly.
Here are some notes from the Domestic Dad bureau:
* Perhaps in some acquiescence to my obsessive-compulsive tendencies, Kris ceded the job of doing laundry to me.
* I even got a title: Laundry Fairy - I suppose for how magically spotless I keep our family's clothes, but I suspect it's more for the fact that clean duds just appear, folded or hung in closets and dresser drawers.
* On the topic, I've noticed it's pretty easy to tell whose stack of clothes are whose simply based on color.
If they were darks, they were likely my wife's; if they were whites, they were probably mine. (I have a lot of T-shirts and oxfords.)
* Before we had a baby girl, the pile of red-hued items rarely required more than a small wash setting. Now, I've got enough pink attire and accessories for a couple of extra-large loads.
* I've discovered laundry doesn't wait for weekends anymore.
* And folding women's undergarments still sort of makes me giggle.
* I've pretty much been booted from the kitchen, which is cool, because I'm strictly a recipe guy. Kris seems to have a natural feel for improvising and the alchemy of food. I know when I'm in the presence of a superior talent.
* I do get to grill. Which goes hand in hand with lawn care, I suppose.