How the Other Half Lives

1 Aug

[Photo: photobucket khunPaulsak]

I know a girl who has a cleaning lady.


Think about that.

Now, here’s the part where I say I don’t actually want a cleaning lady.  I mean, they only clean.  They don’t organize or straighten or sort or any of those other things.  I don’t sit on the couch, staring at some shelf that needs dusting.  I sit on the couch and stare at the enormous pile of laundry that needs to be put away or the mountain of dishes that need to be done.
dirty baby
I do not keep my baby in the sink. [Photo:]

If cleaning ladies did that, I’d think about it.  But come on, once I’ve tackled the big stuff, I’m pretty sure I could wipe down the newly-cleared surfaces.  I say I’m “pretty sure” because I’ve never, like, DONE it.  I just think I probably could.

But it turns out… I kind of have a Cleaning Lady.  Cleaning Husband.  Husband Lady?
cleaning husband
Man Among Men!  [Photo:]

I was away for a few weeks, and was only minimally threatening about what should be the state of affairs when I returned.  You see, last time I went away, he left the countertops for ME to clean.  “Because you like wiping down countertops!”  There was a brief discussion after that one.

This time?  It was all done.  And. it. was. sparkling.  Be jealous.


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One Response to “How the Other Half Lives”

  1. Marsha 1 August 2013 at 8:34 am #

    I have a husband who cooks AND cleans toilets. Fortunately not at the same time. I wipe down the counters. I do not object to this, so long as I never need to have an up close and personal relationship with raw meat, or the underside of toilet seats.

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