by Holla Dean
Jason’s Solution
by
Holla Dean
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Copyright © 2013
By Holla Dean
Chapter One
Their routine was the same every week. Elle took the two children to her mother on Friday after school. After kissing them goodbye and promising to return Sunday afternoon, she drove two hundred miles to spend time with her husband.
Jason was a supervisor on a large construction site and his job required him to be within a half hour of the site at all times. Even though he technically had weekends off, he was still on call for possible emergencies that might arise. Once a month the company allowed him to go home for the weekend and that was when they had family time. The rest of the weekends were Jason and Elle time.
Elle usually arrived at the small apartment Jason rented a little after seven. Using her own key, she let herself in. Elle showered and changed her clothes before going to the restaurant. Tonight she put on a skimpy black thong and a matching black pushup bra. Then came the lacy black garter belt and sheer black stockings. Finally, she slipped on the black cocktail dress with its plunging neckline. Her cleavage was nicely accented with a pendant necklace that tended to draw a man’s eye straight to her full breasts. A pair of sexy black four inch heels completed her outfit.
By eight thirty, she was in her car and headed to the Kon Tiki Ports restaurant. This restaurant was the best steakhouse in town and they met here every Friday night at nine o’clock. Upon arriving, one of the valets took her vehicle and parked it for her. She entered the restaurant and smiled at Maurice, the restaurant maître d.
“Good evening, Ms. Hammond. Nice to see you again.”
“Thank you, Maurice. Is my husband here yet?”
“No, I’m sorry, he hasn’t arrived. But I have your table ready if you’ll come with me.”
“Thank you.” Elle followed Maurice to a secluded corner table and waited for him to pull out a chair for her.
“I’ll have the waiter bring you some refreshment.”
Elle opened her beaded black clutch and made sure her list was in there. She knew it was, she had double checked before leaving home and again at Jason’s apartment. She sipped her lemon water and gazed around the dimly lit restaurant, watching the other diners and making up lives and stories about them. She wondered how many of them had the same wonderful type of relationship she had with Jason.
It hadn’t always been so wonderful. They had fought like cats and dogs in their first few years of marriage. Jason was a bit of a perfectionist and liked order in his life.
Elle was more of a free spirit and she liked to be spontaneous. Unfortunately, that spontaneity led to her not getting anything done. The house was usually somewhat of a mess. Dishes were piled in the sink, things were not put away in their proper places, floors were not as clean as they should be, and the list went on and on.
Jason often came home from work expecting dinner to be ready only to find Elle curled up on the sofa, completely absorbed in some trashy romance novel. He would blow up.
“Why can’t I come home to a decent dinner after working all day? What is it you do with your time?” He glanced around the room with a slightly disgusted look on his face. “Not much, from the condition of the place.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I just got so involved with my book and I forgot about dinner.”
“You know, I prefer for you to stay home rather than having a job, Elle. I make plenty of money to support us and as we’re trying to start a family, there’s no need for you to work. But why is it too much to ask for the house to be kept reasonably clean and have dinner when I get home?”
Elle would get angry and say, “Oh, quit being such a pain in the ass. It’s not like the place is a pigsty.”
“It’s not far from being one. I’m not asking for perfection, Elle. But would it kill you to vacuum once a week? Or dust occasionally? What else do you do all day?”
“I have interests, you know! I love to read, and I like to watch the talk shows.”
“That’s bullshit! You read trash and the talk shows are nothing more than vicarious entertainment about Hollywood.”
“It might be trash to you, Jason, but I happen to like the books I read. They’re about love and commitment and real life struggles. And I learn things on my shows. They’re not just about movie stars, you know.”
After one these arguments, Elle would tell herself Jason was right and she should make a better effort to keep up with the housework. And she would…for a day or two. She would dust, clean up the kitchen, and make Jason a nice dinner.
It was never long before she reverted to her old ways of doing things and the same fight would happen again. The cycle repeated itself over and over; with neither Jason nor Elle ever being happy.
By their second anniversary, they had one child and Elle was pregnant with the second one. Pregnancy and having a child gave Elle the perfect excuse to do even less around the house. She argued how time consuming a child was and how sick to her stomach she was while being pregnant.
Jason argued that other wives were able to maintain a clean home and raise children.
By the time the second baby came, they were close to getting a divorce when Jason decided to get things under control. He’d done a lot of research on motivational techniques. Obviously his bitter complaints were not working and something else had to be tried. He loved Elle more than anything or anyone in the world. A divorce was not something he wanted to even consider. Nor did he want a marriage filled with fighting and yelling at each other.
He spent several weeks creating a chart of household chores that needed to be done. He had lists of things that had to be done daily, like dishes and preparing meals. Other things like laundry or washing floors could be done every two or three days. There were weekly chores and even monthly chores.
The chart was set up so Elle wouldn’t have too much to do on any given day. There was still plenty of time for her to read, watch her shows, and take care of the children. Jason was proud of his chart and was looking forward to showing it to Elle.
The following weekend, the children went to their grandmother’s house for the night and Jason took Elle out to dinner. After a lovely dinner, while they were nibbling on a shared chocolate dessert, Jason told Elle about his chart.
Her eyes narrowed and he knew she was about to start spewing all kinds of protests.
“Elle, please wait a minute. All this is meant to do is give you a guideline. Nothing is cut and dry. If one little thing isn’t done on the day it’s scheduled, it doesn’t matter. You can do it on another day.”
“So you think I’m some kind of idiot who can’t manage her day and needs charts to know what to do.”
“Not at all, honey. I think with the kids you have a lot going on now and this might help you organize yourself and your day. All I’m asking is for you to give it a try.”
“And what happens if I don’t do the things on that chart? Say my day gets really busy, like if one of the kids gets sick. Then what? You’ll be mad that I didn’t follow the chart.”
Jason looked almost confused. He hadn’t thought about what would happen if she didn’t get things done. He was just tired of not being able to find a clean shirt, the house always a mess, and having canned chili for dinner if Elle forgot to get around to cooking. Most of all, he was tired of the fighting.
“Nothing’s going to happen, babe. It’s just something to try to get your days organized.”
“Well, where’s the motivation if there’s no incentive?”
“I guess I hadn’t thought that far. How about we just give the chart a shot and see what happens?”
“Okay, I’ll give it a try.”
Elle didn’t think a chart would help her at all. She wanted to do all the things on the chart, she just got sidetracked every day. If the kids were taking a nap, she wanted to take a break and read a book or look at television. If they were playing, she wanted to play with them.
Housework was boring and there were plenty of other things to keep her occupied. Besides, she eventually did get around to doing the laundry and the dishes. She’d just recently vacuumed…well, okay, maybe it wasn’t recent, but not more than a couple of months ago.
Oh hell, Jason was right, she needed to get her act together.
Chapter Two
Elle tried, she really did. When they got home from their dinner out, Jason showed her the chart and they put it on the refrigerator with the little fruit and vegetable magnets Elle used to put up the kids’ drawings.
They spent the weekend cleaning the house together so Elle could get a fresh start on Monday. Other than doing the breakfast dishes and a load of laundry, she wouldn’t have much to do until it was time to start dinner.
It went very well on Monday, Elle didn’t feel overwhelmed at all and they had a nice dinner. However, she failed to do the dinner dishes, thinking she’d watch some television before putting the children to bed. When she finally remembered the dishes, it was late and she told herself she’d to them in the morning.
Tuesday was a little more difficult. After Jason left for work, Elle had dinner dishes and breakfast dishes to clean up. The baby wasn’t feeling well and was acting fussy. Then Lynn called and Elle talked to her friend on the phone for over an hour.
Soon it was time for lunch, and she still hadn’t finished the dishes, though she did have a good start on them. Tuesday was also the day to spot clean both bathrooms. But the baby was still fussy and Elle ended up not doing anything else until it was time to make dinner.
Needless to say, Jason was a little disappointed in Elle’s day. At least dinner was made, so he said nothing and hoped for a better day on Wednesday.
It was no better, but also no worse. Elle did get the dishes done, she did the previous day’s bathroom spot cleaning, a load of wash, and made dinner. She did not get to the vacuuming or dusting that was scheduled.
She never did get caught up that week and Jason again helped her on the weekend. He hoped that another fresh start on Monday would make it easier for Elle to follow the chart and get everything done.
The second week went much as the first week. In fact, Jason thought it was a bit worse. While dinner was ready every night and most of the laundry had been done, very little of the housecleaning had been completed.
“I’m sorry, Jason.” Elle knew he was disappointed in her. “I guess I’m just not cut out for the Happy Homemaker role.”
He hugged her and said, “Let’s try for a few more weeks. While you’re not getting everything done, there is definite improvement.”
She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re the best. I promise I’ll try harder.”
Two weeks later, things hadn’t improved any further and Jason decided he would give Elle an incentive to do better. After the kids were put to bed and Elle was sitting next to him on the sofa, he put his arm around her shoulder and said, “We’re going to try something new with your chart. I’m going to give you some incentive, like you suggested in the beginning.”
Elle thought this sounded good. Maybe it would help motivate her to stay on track throughout each day.
“Okay, honey. What kind of incentive?”
“If you don’t get the day’s chores done, there’ll be no computer for you that evening. No checking your email, no logging onto Facebook to see what all your friends are up to, no playing solitaire.”
“Wow. I don’t think I’d like that at all. You know how much I like to go online.”
“That’s exactly why I think it’d be a good incentive to start with.”
She reluctantly agreed to try it, and on the following Monday when Jason saw that she had not done everything, he shut down her laptop and took it out to his car so she wouldn’t be tempted to use it.
Elle got a little angry, “The only thing I didn’t do today was a load of wash. It’s not that big a deal. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“Yes, you will. But you will not have use of your laptop tonight.”
There was a new, stern tone to Jason’s voice when he said that. It made her realize that he meant business. She didn’t argue any longer, after all, she had agreed to what she now thought of as the stupid incentive.
On Tuesday, she fell further behind because as soon as Jason left for work, after returning her laptop to her, she logged on and spent quite a bit of the day checking emails, instant messaging, and playing games. Of course, the children took up a considerable amount of her time as well.
Jason was not happy when he got home and dinner was nothing more than a bowl of soup and a sandwich. He took the laptop again and told her she would not get it back until she was caught up with her chores.
“That’s not fair! What am I supposed to do for relaxation?”
“Apparently you’re getting so much relaxation as it is, that you don’t have time to do your chores. Unless you want television and phone privileges taken away, I suggest you get your chores done.”
“You’re just being mean!” Elle stomped off to the children’s room and spent the evening playing with them. Once they were tucked in for the night, she went to bed. She did not want to spend time with Jason.
Things didn’t improve, their bickering over Elle’s chores increased, and Jason was at his wit’s end. And then, one night, everything changed after a very bitter fight.
It was a Wednesday night. No dinner had been prepared, dishes were piled in the sink, the house was dusty, needed vacuuming, and toys were scattered all over the living room and family room. To top it off, when Jason went into the closet to change out of his work clothes, he saw there was no clean shirt to wear to work the next day.
Storming out of the bedroom, he found Elle on the sofa watching TV, looking as if she had no intention of even heating up a can of soup for his dinner.
“That’s it!” He shouted as he grabbed the remote and turned off the television. “You will go in the kitchen and make something for dinner. And it better not be a can of soup or a sandwich!”
Elle looked up at him in surprise. Jason never lost his temper and she wondered what had set him off.
“Why are you yelling at me? You’re going to frighten the kids.”
“I’ve had enough, Elle. We’re right back where we started. The house is a mess, I have no clean shirts for work tomorrow, you didn’t make dinner, and all you can think to do is sit there and watch TV!”
“Well, I’ve had enough too! Your stupid chart is worthless. There’s better things to do than worry about if I did everything you put on that damn chart. I’m not your slave and you ought to be able to do get your own dinner.”
“I work all day,” Jason spoke in a low, very controlled voice. “I don’t think it’s too much to ask of you to keep the house reasonably clean and make some kind of dinner. I’m not expecting gourmet meals, but something besides a can of soup or chili would be n
ice.”
“You’re scaring the kids! Now leave me alone! You’re not my boss and you can’t tell me what to do!”
Jason took a few deep breaths. She was right, the kids were getting scared. The baby, not quite two years old yet, was sitting on the floor, his lower lip quivering as if he was about to start crying.
“All right, get the kids settled in for the night and then come to the bedroom. We’re going to end this once and for all.”
“It’s too early to put them to bed. Geez, Jason, you can be such a jerk sometimes. I’ll fix you something to eat if that’ll make you happy. And then please just leave me the hell alone.” She stalked off to the kitchen.
Jason went to put his shirts in the laundry. Then he played with the boys and their toy cars. He didn’t want them frightened and he was sure they were confused with all his anger and yelling at Elle.
The playtime calmed him down, and he actually had fun with them. Soon they were laughing together and having a great time.
Elle called him to the kitchen. “Your supper is ready, I made you an omelet. I hope that’s acceptable.” She put as much sarcasm into her voice as she could.
Jason thanked her, put his shirts in the dryer, and then went into the kitchen to eat. They rarely sat down as a family for dinner. The kids always ate before he got home and Elle usually ate with them. As soon as he entered the kitchen, Elle left. He heard the television turn on and his anger slowly began building again. She couldn’t even be bothered to sit with him while he ate dinner. Even though she didn’t usually eat with him, most of the time she stayed in the kitchen while he ate.
He ate alone, in silence. When he finished, he took his plate to the sink, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. Not willing to risk going into the living room and having another argument in front of the kids, he put the rest of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, cleaned up the counters, and then went to get the shirts out of the dryer.
