Housekeeping
I am a terrible housekeeper. So is my husband. It's probably a good thing we don't have kids. I don't really know how much worse the house could look than it does now. Chris Rock has a joke about how sad it is when two junky people live together. It's true. It is pretty sad.
Today, I cleaned the refrigerator. I mean really cleaned it. Took all the food out, threw out the crap that's been in there for months, washed out the bins and the shelves. It is *clean.* You could eat off it (snarf). I even mopped the kitchen floor, which really needed it. I really despise mopping, though, so I don't do it nearly as often as I should. The dh has a very high tolerance for spills on the floor, so if I don't do it, it'll never get done.
He has a fairly low tolerance for clutter, oddly enough. Much lower than mine. He'll get fed up with the junk on the coffee table or kitchen table and start "cleaning" in a frenzy (also known as throwing stuff away indiscriminately or asking every 30 seconds where something 'goes.'). The funny thing is, a dirty kitchen hardly bothers him. He'll be in a frenzy cleaning the living room and then collapse in a heap with a sink full of dishes and sticky counters.
Not to disparage him, of course. Just to note how funny people are. I'm the exact opposite. Can't see the coffee table and haven't seen the remote in weeks? Oh well; I need to clean up in here (someday). A dirty stove will set my teeth on edge, however. I totally get it from my mom.
You'd think that would be the perfect match, right? I clean the kitchen and he cleans the living areas? Nah! When I want some help cleaning the kitchen, he can't figure out why I don't just do it tomorrow. When he's tearing around cleaning, and moving things around so I can't find them later, I'm like, why don't you just sit down?
Anyway, I'm just going to bask in the glow of a clean kitchen for a while. Aaaah...