Team Verge (GO TEAM!)

I'm sure I've mentioned Team Verge before. My father coined the phrase years ago when the kids were babies. He was referring to the way The Husband and I work together on jobs, never overlapping, always interlocking. It's a beautiful thing -- it refreshes my belief in marriage.

For example, let's say a child vomits at 3am. Who gets up? Everybody. I carry the child off to the bathroom to let him finish throwing up, clean him up, and re-dress him. While I'm taking care of the child, The Husband strips the bed and remakes it, rinses the sheets in the kitchen sink, and starts the washing machine. In under 10 minutes, everyone's back in bed, some of us with a barf bucket, some not.

Everything we do is like that. I dig weeds; he bags them. I elevate wallpaper; he navigates. I clean; he tidies. I cook dinner; he makes salad and gets it on the table. I wash laundry; he folds it.

So anyway, half of Team Verge is out of town for a few days this week, learning how to fly around in a hurricane. (Yes, I DID let him. He looked so pitiful.) And I'm on my own, trying to remember who feeds the cats, who takes the trash to the curb, who collects the dishes from the living rooms at the end of the day.

Enter (wait for it) The Boy! I swear, if anything were to happen to The Husband, he'd just move into the master suite and take over. He's emptying the dishwasher (for pay) and feeding cats. He keeps me company (despite my best efforts) until nearly midnight when I'm finally ready to pack it in for the night. He's my Mini Me.

I'm not sure this is entirely a good thing, though. I mean, I want him as part of Team Verge, but I'm just not sure where he fits in. And I'm not sure I want him sneaking into my bed while I'm asleep. I love him but I need my space. And The Husband and I need our space.

But, it's time to make room for an apprentice on Team Verge. All hail Team Verge!!

Now, what onerous chores can I offload while he's still excited about it... ;)