When one has a baby, the amount of chores one has to do increases exponentially. That’s just a fact.
I’m sure I complained to your mother about doing chores before you came along, but man, I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and saved us a couple of fights along the way. I don’t remember what it feels like to sit down and know we’ve checked off every chore on the list, but that’s basically all we work towards these days.
There’s an unspoken hierarchy of chores because some stuff we just HAVE to do. Washing cloth diapers (and changing your diaper) is probably at the top of the pyramid, followed closely by sterilizing bits and bobs you put in your mouth. Then there’s the usual list of dishes, laundry, cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen, vacuuming, flipping the mattress…. I think our floors are the casualty of your arrival – we walk around with tumbleweeds of dust trailing our footsteps, and while Kili doesn’t shed (thank god), she still loses some hair or drags in some stuff from the park.
Another consequence of all these chores is it has been an educational experience. I can now understand why some of our appliances come with so many features. For example, now that we have so many extra loads of laundry, it’s nice to program the machine to run in the middle of the night and be finished by the time we wake up.
Your mother and I have also learned more about ourselves. Your mother absolutely hates anything related to poop (e.g., diaper duty) while I don’t mind it, but I cannot handle your spit up. While your mother can walk around all day with the same shirt you’ve thrown up on multiple times, I feel compelled to go change right away (I’ve gone through as many as four shirts in a span of 15 minutes!).
In any case, there’s something nice about working towards the unobtainable. I find it a fun challenge and view it as sort of a game of efficiency. However, we are both looking forward to the day you will be assigned chores…oh what a glorious day that will be :D