Three years ago my husband and I got married. It was a beautiful ceremony, two hundred and fifty of our closest friends and family, black and silver draped everywhere. Standing at the alter professing our dyeing love for one another and suddenly those two words I've waited to hear all my life came echoing through the hall, "mommy wakeup!" Its than I realized I was dreaming, what was once an enticing dream turned into never-ending reality. My husband and I got married five years ago in a fairly small wedding on the beach with fifteen of our closet friends and family and two years later I mistakenly got pregnant with twins. Who'd ever thought there would be kids in my future let alone twins? My husband and I never talked about having kids prior to me getting pregnant. For three of the five years, we lived together taking care of each other with the same mentality that we had when we first met, what's mine is mine and what's yours is yours and who ever dirties it cleans it. However my husband and I knew that our routine would soon get old, and we had nine months to rectify it. In nine months my husband and I had been able to devise a plan that would make our new and more complicated life with twins better. In this paper I will attempt to explain who does what, who decides, and why.
             I remember it like it was yesterday, my husband was sitting at the corner of the bed massaging my feet, when he turned to me and said "our living arrange just isn't going to work anymore," right than and there I knew exactly what he was referring to. The next morning the two of us sat down at the kitchen table and made a list of who will do what and why. Of course being the gentleman that my husband is, he suggested I go first. I created a list with three columns, my name my partner's name and a list of task, and he did the same, and by each task the two of us put a percentage by the task that either of us s...