Division of Labor

I loved Cookie magazine's unbelievably objective and sooo not hostile point-value guide to help settle the question of which parent is really pulling more weight around the house:

1. Clipping the kids' toenails: 5 points.
2. Shopping for a child's birthday present: 5 points (not your own gender: add 5 points).
3. Cleaning congealed toothpaste off the sink: 5 points.
4. Reading a bedtime story: 5 points (Dr. Seuss: add 10 points).
5. Attending a child's birthday party where you don't know any of the adults: 20 points.
6. Working a shift at the school fundraiser: 10 points.
7. Filling out the school paperwork: 10 points.
8. Knowing the pediatrician's phone number by heart: 5 points.
9. Pushing your child on the swings until your soul turns black: 10 points.
10. Morning duty: 10 points.
11. Morning duty after a late night out: 20 points.
12. Cleaning the funk out of a sippy cup: 10 points.
13. Cleaning cooked rice off the floor after a meal: 10 points.
14. Setting up the finger painting: 15 points.
15. Emptying the diaper pail instead of putting the diaper on top: 10 points.
16. Drinking beers at a Super Bowl party while your spouse humiliates herself in the next room with a breast pump: -20 points.

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Unknown said…

My favorite is pushing Lucie, er, your child on the swings until your soul turns black. ;) Tell your babies that I love them!

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