Mowing the lawn...
Moving heavy objects....
Figuring out how all the remotes work...
Bringing the trash cans to the curb the night before trash day...
The last one gets me every time. Actually, I have a confession to make. Since Chris died, I have only had to bring the trash cans to the curb three times...and I forgot to do it twice. Uncle Harold is usually here helping to put the kids to bed on Tuesday nights so he or whoever else is around do trash can duty. But since our nanny started, no one else comes by on Tuesdays and therefore no one thinks of the trash. Or more specifically, I don't think of it. Luckily, I caught the garbage men in enough time today so I wasn't stuck with a weeks worth of trash until next Wednesday.
I hope I get more used to the idea of doing the "husband" jobs before it snows or we'll need skis to leave our house.
I was single for a long time, so I had a hard time giving up the "husband" jobs when I married the first time. He was sick for so long that I had fallen back into all the typical duties well in advance of his death. I found that when I remarried, I gave all the traditional jobs up without a second thought though I sometimes wonder at the wisdom of that.
ReplyDeleteIt gets easier. Eventually chores become just chores.