Bribery 101

I think I finally figured out how to get Darling to pull his own weight around here!

Bribery! No really! It works. This is what went down:

Me: This place is a mess. You don't pitch in and help around here, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah...

Him: Yeah, I just pay the bills! I work all day, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah!

Me: You think I don't work? Hello! I work ALL DAY! I watch other people's kids, I'm a martyr, pity me, blah, blah!


Ok, clearly this wasn't working.
Hours later:


Me: Here's my list of what got done today.

Him: It looks great in here.

Me: Say, there are clothes all over the bed that need to get put away. If you help me get that done (and a few other small things) we could go to bed early and, uh, snuggle...

Him: Okay! What do you want me to do first?

Me: How about putting away your clothes and shoes?

So you see, kids, by not playing the martyr and not dragging him down into my pity-party I killed two birds with one stone. The house work got done, he pitched in and I made my man happy. After ten years I finally feel like I am getting this down.

(The management would like to remind you that this post is meant to be tongue-in-cheek and in no way truly represents or condones bribery or marital relations as a means for getting husbands to pitch in with house work.)