Fun With Job Sharing

Well, I have to say that the Crankee Yankee has been extremely helpful during my knee replacement recovery. In our house we each have jobs we have been used to doing for going on 15 years. So when one of us is out of commission, the healthy one takes over the sick one’s duties.

That being said, it doesn’t always follow that the person who is kindly taking over our jobs does it the way WE would do it….to the point, I am very grateful to the Crankee Yankee for all his help, especially doing the laundry as I am still pretty wonky on the stairs.

Some of my jobs that the Crankee Yankee is doing for me now are these:

  • laundry
  • dishes
  • kitchen clean up
  • cooking

…to name a few. But the Big Three; laundry, dishes and kitchen clean-up/cooking—are the Holy Triade of the dilemma.

When I do the laundry, unless I’m doing sheets and pillow cases that should be washed in hot water; it all goes into the washer on Cold, then Low on the dryer; sheets and towels go on Hot water, then Medium setting on the dryer.

The Crankee Yankee will painstakingly separate each item in the laundry; towels in one load, undies and socks in another, and clothes—all on different settings. Then he folds everything and brings them upstairs. After that, I can take over. So far, so good.

Dishes are another story. When I do them, I first flip over the magnet on the washer; it’s two cats, one standing with its legs together, one with its legs apart. The ‘legs apart’ cat means that the dishes in the washer are dirty and need to be washed.

Once the wash is over and I put everything away, the ‘legs together’ cat signals that the dishwasher is ready to receive dirty dishes. Well—you can imagine what happens next; I end up putting dirty dishes and silverware away because the ‘legs together’ cat magnet is still up. So I have to resort to the old ‘scratch and sniff’ method….

Now on to kitchen clean up and cooking. My way has always been to clean up as I go along; that way, by the end of my preparations, dinner is ready, and there is no mess to clean up. Not so with the Crankee Yankee. Everything, and I do mean Every. Single. Thing; is out and on the kitchen sideboard. And even when the food is prepared and ready to eat (BTW, the Crankee Yankee is a pretty good cook), everything that was out there stays out there.

His party line is ‘don’t worry about that; I’ll clean it up in the morning.’ YUCK. I can’t go to bed with all that mess out there, drying and festering away. Plus I don’t want the cats to get up there and ‘hand wash’ the dishes (if you know what I mean).

But mainly I just can’t sleep knowing that there is a beg mess out there. So I just have to clean up before I can sleep.

If I don’t, the idea of all that mess out there will ruin any chance of sleep I might have. Not only that, but seeing such a mess upon rising the next day will bum me out completely….and yes, I am well aware of the control freak that I have become.

So, the next time that your other half is out of commission, do make a list together of job duties….then feel free to ignore them as you choose.



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