You remember that Kev…

You remember that Kev and I decided during this semester when we're both about equally busy with work and Kavi that we'd split the meal planning/shopping/cooking? It's worked pretty well, I think, alternating weeks, and if my week tends to have more Sri Lankan/Thai curries and his tend to have more roasts and Mexican stews, that's fine with both of us. I throw veggies in the pot, mostly, when I remember to make them. He grills or roasts them and has them on the side. When we're tired, we simplify -- he made salad and spaghetti last night, and we had the leftover spaghetti for dinner tonight, and frankly, there are some nights when we pitifully ask the other person, "Is ramen okay?" But most days, one of us actually cooks, and it's tastier than a lot of takeout, and certainly both healthier and cheaper. But all that said, I've found an even better plan...

...he does all of it! Kevin plans meals, he shops, he cooks, and every night, while I'm asleep, my boy magically does all the dishes, so I wake up to a clean kitchen. Plus, he does more Kavi-care -- right now, he's giving her her bath and putting her to bed while I blissfully ignore them both! Now I know women across the world are asking themselves the vital question -- How Does She Do It??? How did I convince my man to become a domestic god??? The answer, my friends, is simple.

His semester ended two weeks ago. I'm on the quarter system, so I'm still teaching until June 9th. Which is not to say he has no work to do -- Kev's way behind on research, which makes him crazy. But I'm way behind on writing, which makes me crazy. *AND* I have prep and classes and grading and commuting two days a week. So for a few blessed weeks, Kevin is house husband extraordinaire, and I get to breathe a little. It's good.