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For the past couple of years, as I'm trying to get my private practice (and my writing) off the ground, I've been making a lot less of the money, so we assigned a value to my hours (i.e. I still make $40 an hour, it's just I don't get paid it....) and I "earn" my half of the household functioning through sweat equity. Of course, I set up the system, so ... (insert evil laugh here...)
Before, when we were both making about the same and working the same hours, we both hit the high points and let everything else slide. However, he still feels like he should contribute above and beyond money (and I'm not going to complain...) Mr. Me takes care of the lawn, I do the garden. He handles the recycling and trash, I handle the floors and counters. He does dishes, I cook. (Sometimes we reverse the latter.) Because at one point, for a very brief time, we considered having a child, he deals with the litter boxes. (And now, since both of the cats we have are technically "his" - I think they disagree, though - he deals with them 100%.) Until recently, he handled major repairs that involved the power tools while I handled plumbing, but we've reversed that after he tried to take off two fingers with a power saw. (My years as a drama minor will finally be useful!!)
But for the most part, everything else is mine - I deal with the money (because I'm better at that side), the mail, the bills, the major cleaning, etc.
The funny thing is that I don't mind so much. I'm not a control freak.... I'm a control enthusiast. I like having things my way, and he just doesn't care. I know it helps that we don't have children, and that aside from the long term houseguest from hell, we don't have other people in our house for more than an overnight. Ever. This is a rule.
We're both on our second partnerships, however. That's helped, a lot. Both of us are more assertive about what we're willing and not to do, and we're more willing to come to some sort of consensus (like the consensus about who cares what X room looks like as long as we can close the door). But I think a lot of that comes from utter trust and confidence in each other - I know that he won't leave me if I leave sour dough starter on the counter for a week, letting it really stink up the place and get going good, or if I leave my the tables set up in the living room with my battle map of the Battle of Farazine Harbor (not a real battle) with all of the little soldiers and ships on the table, he's just going to smile and nod and realize he lives with a crazy lady who writes about bloody battles and primitive fire bombings (Hi, Agent Mike! Ever heard of fiction? You should try some!) And he knows that his Legos and his robots and his lockpicking hobby and whatever other geek thing strikes him are never going to drive me away.
By having this confidence in our partnership, we both have the emotional space to be okay with temporary (or, in the case of the battle of Farazine Harbor, not so temporary) messes and disorderliness. Not that I can imagine our lives with small people around - we're the kind of people who should have "Choking Hazard - Small Parts. Not for children under 3" painted on the front door. :)
I know part of where we are though comes from him being the child of a single mother, with an older sister who practically beat good manners and feminism into him. He was apparently quite the little redneck shit as a pre-teen, until his 8 years older sister sat on him (sometimes literally) to teach him to be a human being. We're also both under 40 - while my father would have liked to have had a submissive June Cleaver for a wife (and while my mother provided that to an extent far greater than was good for her) my non-family role models didn't put up with that. Neither of us ever really internalized the message that housework is woman's work.
He's already said that If I manage to pull off a publishing coup that means he can stop doing what he does, he will take over the house side of our world so I can devote my time to our support. It's just right now the situation works better with me handling the house side.
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