This post was inspired by the lovely Shannon, whose 21 Days of Gratitude have been a pleasure to read. She wrote about the way things are in her house, which led me to think about our own "house rules."
In my house, we take turns picking records. He picks lots of Springsteen and I pick Michael Jackson for the dance party that I know will follow (I know MJ was terrible later in life but there isn't much that tops "Gotta Be Startin' Something"). There are also records that we have vetoed if the other is home. I refuse to listen to Inside Llewyn Davis and even though he bought me Taylor Swift's 1989 for Christmas, I can't listen to it when he's home.
In our house, whoever cooks does not clean. I only cook two dishes - enchiladas and lasagna - so therefore, I clean often.
We don't allow phones at dinner! I'm working hard to enforce this one for both of us.
We trade favors. I got you some ice cream earlier, so will you get me a glass of water now?
I feed the cat, and he feeds the dog.
We try to eat at home Sunday - Thursday, and Friday and Saturday we go out. Sundays are grocery shopping days and we only buy what we think we'll need for the week. Our pantry is mostly empty!
There are movies we watch at least a few minutes of every time they're on: Shawshank Redemption, Goodfellas, Wedding Crashers, 40 Year Old Virgin, and Anchorman all come to mind.
He told me early on that he doesn't clean bathrooms and so far, I haven't really forced him to try.
All of our money goes into one big pot and everything is truly "ours." He pays the bills; I'm bad with math and due dates and though I rarely acknowledge it, I so appreciate it.
We're brand loyal to toilet paper and paper towels (Charmin and Bounty, respectively).
We ALWAYS watch the Dateline episodes narrated by Keith Morrison.
A bad day is made better by a trip for a treat - preferably frozen custard or Bahama Buck's.
The one who drives gets to pick the music. I hate driving; I rarely pick the music.
We check in with each other about making plans, but we don't ask permission when the other doesn't have to tag along.
We usually go to bed at the same time (but I stay up and read for about an hour). On weekends, he wakes up first and knows not to wake me up without coffee or the promise of breakfast in the very near future.
Since we both blog, we both proofread each other's posts.
Most things are given nicknames ending with an "ee" sound - Bauey, Dunky, Honey, and so on. I have to stop myself from using ridiculous terms we use in our house in real life.
In our house, we talk about our days. The big and the mundane. We know each other's coworkers by name through stories, even if we've never seen their faces. We text throughout the day, but never call. We play devil's advocate when we can and best, supportive friend when needed. We're on the same team.
I'm sure there are many, many more, but they feel so natural to me that it's hard to think of them now. What are some of your house rules?