I was just reminded this morning of the four reasons why I very rarely put chocolate chips in my pancakes. (Sorry, no photos, we need new batteries for our camera. Just picture four (happy) faces and eight (sticky) hands COVERED in chocolate!)
Today Kevin is painting downstairs, I've been cooking and cleaning and might, MIGHT, do some painting myself. There's also (always) laundry that needs to be done and other assorted household tasks.
Funny story for your Saturday (and reason for the above photo): When I re-registered to vote when we moved here, I changed my affiliation from "Republican" to "Undeclared". WELL, this has translated into Barack Obama heavily courting my vote these last few weeks. (Which makes me feel so important!) I recently received a phone call from one of his volunteers asking who I was voting for. (Did he like my answer? No. No, he did not.) The next day, there was a knock on the door while I was making dinner. (I hate when random people that I don't know drop in to talk to me!) I heard Kevin (who knows this) answer it, and it was an Obama volunteer (maybe the same guy?), who said he wanted to ask me some questions. Kevin asked if the guy could ask HIM some questions instead. He said no, just me. Kevin THEN proceeded to tell him that I COULDN'T COME TO THE DOOR because I was MAKING DINNER! HA!!! I can SO imagine this person thinking, what kind of weird, 1950s-type-of-couple lives here?! I of course found it terribly, terribly funny.
(Random evidence that apparently you CAN be a 1950s-throwback-traditional-kind-of-gal AND an Obama supporter):
And for the record, we're really NOT the Denver version of June and Ward Cleaver. (Note that I listed June first, without thinking. Ha! Can't you so picture Kevin and I dressing like this every day?) Our division of labor may play out pretty traditionally, and truth be told I LIKE being barefoot-and-pregnant (well maybe not barefoot since my feet get cold!), but both of us are really involved in parenting, we both do a ton around the house, and we make all our decisions together. I DO like to play the, "That's man's-work" card however when a job comes up that I don't want to do. I DON'T let Kevin play it the other way though. Hmmm. He loves to say how it's a double-standard...Shhhh, don't tell, but I think he might be right! :)