Today I Did A Blue Job

In our home, we have pink jobs and blue jobs. The pink jobs are the jobs I do and the blue jobs are the jobs PK does. Most of our roles are fairly traditional. Since I stay home, I do most of the housework. That would be a pink job in this house. PK takes care of anything technology related. That would be a blue job in this house. Those types of jobs just fall into a category naturally because of time, schedules or talents.

Most people would probably categorize yard work as a blue job. On PK's days off from his civilian job, he is usually tied up with Navy stuff, so yard work has fallen into the pink category. Killing spiders is a blue job. That falls under a blue job not because I can't kill spiders but because I choose not to. I don't like spiders. Therefore, I declare it a blue job. So I guess we could say the definition of a blue job is anything that naturally falls in PK's areas of expertise or anything I refuse to do.

This morning I decided to wear my white capris to church instead of a skirt or dress. I was on the nursery list for today and it is just too hard to crawl on the floor playing trains with four year olds in a skirt. Ironing would be one of the chores that most people would probably think is a pink job. Not me. I loathe ironing. In this house, it is a blue job. PK does a great job at it. If I have to iron, I will try the ol' throw the garment in the dryer with a wet washcloth first. When I looked at my capris, I could tell they were beyond dryer and wet washcloth help. I had to do my first blue job of the deployment and iron my own pants.

In my defense, I did replace the toilet seat in the master bathroom and hang an additional towel holder in the guest bathroom the day PK was packing to leave. The week prior I fixed the garbage disposal. Those are all blue jobs, but in this house a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.