Some of the household chores have not been getting done as frequently these days. It is the girls’ jobs to keep the upstairs bathrooms clean. They do the mirrors, tub, floors and wipe off the toilet, sink, and counters, but I haven’t let them use the toilet cleaner so that has remained my job. If I told you how bad it has gotten you would feel really great about your own house keeping abilities–you’d have to. It’s been bugging me, but when I have thought about it I have been otherwise occupied.
So this last weekend I asked my husband if he wouldn’t mind doing the dirty job for me. He didn’t seem to mind. I saw him head upstairs with the cleaner and supplies. A little while later he came down the stairs and I asked him if he had cleaned the toilets for me.
“Didn’t I see you going upstairs with the cleaner?”
“Yes.” He gave me his sheepish grin. “I poured the cleaner in the toilet…and accidentally flushed it.” Pause. “That was the last of the cleaner.”
I laughed so hard. It made my day. I KNOW I’ll live a little longer now!
(I haven’t said it in a while so if you’re new here, know that I only publish posts about my husband with his blessing!)