My Way

For what is a woman, What has she got? If not herself then she has naught. To say the things she really feels and not the things of one who kneels.... Unless she has to kneel in order to get at the grime!

During the school year, hubby and I have an unwritten agreement: Don't complain about how the chore is done unless you want to do it. So for 9 months of the year I don't comment on much because I'm just too damn busy to do it myself and, really, I'm ever so grateful to hubby for picking up my slack.

However, summertime is my time and household chores get done my way. To be honest, it's only a few little things (but all you married ladies know that it's all about the little things in a relationship), and here they are:
1. Dishes are washed my way.
2. The food storage containers are stored my way.
3. Laundry is separated my way.
4. Bathroom towels are arranged my way.
5. Floors are swept and mopped my way.
6. Dinners are made my way.

And, there's nothing the hubby can do about it!

Unless he wants to do them himself. :)

Satisfaction

One of my greatest satisfying moments comes at the end of the day. After dinner is made and eaten; after the dishes are washed; after the pots and pans are dried and put away. When the kitchen counter and stovetop are cleaned and wiped, the floor is swept (and sometimes Swiffered) and the kitchen is nice and clean. It's like leaving a hug for me to fall into the next day.

Ahhhhh..... can you feel it, too? I love going to bed knowing that when I wake up and groggily head for the kitchen in the morning everything is neat and tidy. My shiny kettle smiles at me while I fill it in my cheery empty sink. I don't have to worry about making room on the counter for the (clean) cutting board because there's nothing on the counter! Even my food scale is buffed up and ready for anything.

Once breakfast is made, I take my plate and mug of coffee to my clutter-free table top. What better way to start your day?

Unlike my pre-Stepford wife days when I'd have to fumble through a tower of dirty dishes for skillet, plate, etc., wash said skillet, plate, etc., make my breakfast, then make room someplace for me to sit and eat. How did I manage to live that way for so long?