During my freshman year at Bethel University, a room of girls down the hall had a chore chart that never ceased to amaze me. It was full of color coded stars and other reward stickers. I thought it was absolutely ridiculous, but wasn't surprised considering some of the girls that lived there. (One girl literally told me I was a sinner for reading Twilight/Harry Potter and boasted that she dressed modestly for Jesus and her future husband. Oh, and she apparently was some Native American princess. I call bullshit.) Anyways, me making fun of them and their precious chore chart has come back to bite me in the ass. Why? Because the newest addition to the Bon-Bon household is now a chore chart.
When I first got married, my boss told me that chores would be the number one thing we would argue about. He was right. Ryan and I grew up on opposite ends of the chore spectrum. Meaning I had none and his dad would just about freak out on him if he did so much as leave a light on. (That makes his dad sound worse than he is, I promise he's a great man.) Personally, I think it has a lot to do with my parents being neat freaks. My mom's a neat freak when it comes to design and organization, and my step father is when it comes to germs. And neither one cared to have me to do any of it because, duh, I'd just mess it up. So doing chores just never clicked for me. I never thought to do them because they were always done for me. (Again, that sounds worse than it is.)
Flash forward to today. Ryan's been just about trained to be a compulsive cleaner and I don't think about cleaning at all. You can see how this would create some tension. (For him, of course, not for me. I'm perfectly find lounging around watching Real Housewives while Sir Charles does laundry and dishes, I haven't known it to be any other way.) So now, after eight months of Ryan harassing me to do something, I marched my ass to Target and got a chore chart. We now have assigned chores, to be completed on assigned days. This also works really well for me because I can't stand having people tell me what to do. The chore chart makes it seem like it's more my decision to do it. Not to mention, I'm a total rule follower and love lists, so the chore chart really speaks to me.
Allow me to reintroduce myself: My name is Sammantha and I an advocate for chore charts and hereby retract any statements made about how ridiculous it is for grown people to have them. Please forgive me, for I have sinned.
What's the 411 on chores in your house?