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Last night Mr. Potato Head was outside scrapping and hosing—with a garden hose—moldy leftovers from my Crock Pot.

An indeterminate amount of time ago, I attempted to slow-cook veggie curry. It was all right. I didn’t love it. So I, uh… left it in the fridge. For… a while.

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I’m the first to admit I’m not the best roommate.

Potato Head’s like, “What is wrong with you??” and I’m all, “You knew this when you proposed to me!! I leave clothes on the floor and food in the fridge. That’s the reality!”

Poor guy. I gagged—audibly, loudly—at the curry-turned-science-project and begged him to take care of it, and he did because… who knows why? I owe him big. And you KNOW I suggested throwing the slow cooker out and registering for a new one. Kidding. Sorta.

Will my messy habits change when we’re married? Maybe. Probably not, although I am working on it, for both of our sakes. And I like to think we have a decent balance of household chores. Like… Mr. Potato Head constantly leaves his laundry in the washing machine or the dryer, so I ferry about his clothes from the basement to our bed. Or… I stay on top of buying coffee. And because I take frequent bubble baths, I always clean the tub. Our balance… it’s getting there.

Traditional (or old-school, depending on how you look at it) gender roles dictate that I take a vested interest in matters of the home and hearth, as if the title of “wife” implicitly relegates certain roles to be mine, certain roles to be his. I don’t buy it. Not for a second.

Instead, we’re working towards a balance, the having-and-holding and putting-away-of-the-laundry. And next time I use the slow cooker, I will not let the leftovers linger. Not because I want to be a good wife. But because I want to be a good partner.

What does your household balance look like? Any furry secrets hiding in your fridge?