Exchange and Conquer

Curtis was moping. He had a stack of math tests to grade. I was trying to motivate myself to go tackle the mountain of dirty dishes before we leave for Thanksgiving. He half jokingly asked if I wanted to grade some math tests. I said sure, because it'd be another reason to put off the dishes. So we struck a deal. He would wash dishes for as long as I graded his tests. Both jobs still sucked, but you know, when you're managing to avoid your least favorite job, anything is better. Plus there is a wonderful aura of gratitude around here this morning.