Letting the wheel decide for the family

It was Sunday afternoon. The dishes were still in the sink, and the trash needed to go out. We all just looked at each other, tired of the same old debate.

The quiet standoff

No one wanted to be the one to say it. We’d done the whole ‘fair share’ talk before. It just led to more talking.Someone sighed. Someone else checked their phone. The silence was its own kind of decision, I guess. A decision to not decide.

Spinning away the weight

I pulled up the wheel on my phone. Typed in the chores, one by one. The names felt heavy just looking at them.My thumb hovered over the spin button. There was a weird relief in handing it over. Like passing a hot potato to a machine.The wheel spun with a silly little sound. We all watched it slow down. And then we just started laughing. It was so simple.

What the laugh meant

It wasn't about the chore. It was the release. The argument was gone, replaced by this dumb, shared moment.