I made it back to Tucson safely after my Poppy’s funeral and all of the accompanying family visits. While the visit was, of course, sad, it was also good to be surrounded by family. Even so, I was ready to leave and come back to Tucson yesterday. My flight was delayed (of course – just my luck!), but Chris was waiting to bring me home and I was pleasantly surprised to walk into a clean house….or so I thought.
I don’t know about you or your relationships, but in my relationship, it feels like my husband and I have very different ideas of what constitutes “clean.”
Upon first inspection everything looked pretty impeccable.
The living room was uncluttered and there were no piles of mail or other odds and ends on our coffee table.
Forgive the dark photo, it was becoming dark and lighting was not the best.
And I walked into the bedroom to find a nicely folded bed.
The carpet was freshly vacuumed, the “tile” was freshly swept. Not a spot in sight!
That is, until I opened the closet and almost got buried underneath a hoard of shoes.
And then I noticed my desk and the giant bulk of mail, bills, and other random things that had been hastily dumped.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m grateful that the hubs would pick things up and sweep and vacuum. So sweet of him. But not really my idea of “true” cleanliness.
Luckily I had told my boss I wouldn’t be back in the office until tomorrow (Tuesday), so I get to spend the morning today going back and really cleaning. You know…like filing bills, sorting shoes, and actually putting things away rather than dumping them in a pile.
My hubbs…gotta love him!
I also plan to make a grocery store trip, make some fresh pesto, and do some reading/e-mail catch up. Thank goodness for a day off work before I have to go back into the office!
Do you and your spouse (or partner) have different definitions of the word “clean”?
When you go out of town do you schedule an extra day “off” when you return so you can take care of household chores, or do you just dive right back into work?