By far, my favorite, was this: "Delegate one chore permanently and irrevocably to Dad, like signing up the kids for sports teams, or emptying the lint trap in the dryer. Know that you will never, ever do it again (and let him know it, too.)"
Perhaps I don't do enough laundry, but I never thought emptying the lint trap was so difficult or oppressive that I ought to delegate it to my husband. I fear it would cause more confusion and delay than anything. I picture myself sitting on the couch with baskets of wet clothes strewn about the house when he walks in the door from work. "Honey," I would ask, "would you please go empty the dryer vent so I finally get these clothes dry?" Or maybe the idea is that by delegating the lint trap, I've also delegated the drying of the clothes. "Honey, while you're down there cleaning out the trap, why don't you just start the clothes in the dryer? And how about throwing those towels in the wash as well? Use a hot cycle, please!"
No, no, no. I fear the best solution to the dilemma is to just do it myself, with the rest of the laundry. Who better to clean the clothes and prevent house-fires than the person who is here all day, every day, and is fully capable of running her finger across the little screen to remove the loathsome lint?
|Despotic lint trap, you shall be defeated!|