Usually when company comes over I stuff it behind his dresser. When you glance into my bedroom, nobody ever notices his pile.
Yesterday my threats turned real as I took a phone number of a cleaning lady from a friend. He noticed the hand-off told me that we did not need one. I told him that he had one week to help out and prove me wrong.
Well guess what my wonderful husband did today:
Washed all of our sheets
Cleaned our carpets
Cleaned out the refridgerator
Scrubbed all of our cabinets (I loathe the color white in our kitchen)
Completed four loads of laundry
Removed his infamous pile of clothes.
I may start threatening a cleaning lady every weekend.
I do not know about you, but cleaning makes us bicker. I tend to do it one way and he does it another. Not to mention my mother comes out in me when I am cleaning. Regardless, we always make each other laugh. Sometimes not even on purpose.
I watched him as he pulled out some rope and began manuvering around our kitchen. I just laughed to myself as I typed away on the computer for work. The way he decided to dry our comforter:
The worse part of this picture: I agreed for some reason to help him. He asked me nicely and I said, "No way, I did not sign up for this" and of course he pulls a "Yes you did, when you married me". Ahh! One valuable marriage lesson I have learned over this past year of living together is sacrifice. There are things I do not want to do, but I do them and vice versa.