Division of Labor

Sometimes I worry that the division of labor in our household is not fair. During the school year, my husband takes care of most of the house cleaning, bill paying, laundry, and all that jazz. And just about the time that I start to wonder something comes up that is way involved and totally my responsibility in his eyes. Like a car problem. Or an elliptical machine to be put together. Or my new desk and it's million pieces. Or, in tonight's case, a multi-function fax/printer/copier that requires a preponderance of rewiring, new phone line running, and software hijinks. And when I do all of this, and he reads a graphic novel, I realize he has a pretty sweet deal. Until it's time to change the litter box.