… I just realize I need to tell you more.
I stopped cleaning the bathroom. Not all our bathrooms just our ensuite. I was fed up. For some reason that toilet more than others just wouldn’t come clean and when I realized I never use it , I was pregnant and sick and sick of cleaning it. I didn’t scream or yell, I just stopped cleaning it.
It took a few weeks almost a month before my husband said anything to me. I swear men aren’t dirty they just don’t see dirt, or urine spots or dust. It may be genetic or perhaps it’s a conspiracy ” If we pretend not to notice they will just do the cleaning. So chaps everyone pretend! If we do it together we can pull it off!” <— that’s what I imagine the secret underground husband meeting involve.
“What’s up with the toilet?” That’s not an exact quote , I can’t remember exactly what he said. It wasn’t douchy in the least, I have been blessed in the husband department. Why I don’t know but I am not questioning , I am just grateful. He still can’t see dirt until it’s practically crawling out of the sink and saying hello.
That was a few weeks ago.
Today I lost it. Not about the bathroom, I just lost it. I am pregnant and I am using that as an excuse. I whirled around our house sorting through piles, throwing crap out and getting angrier as I did.
After the mess was clean I crashed at nap time with my snuggle bug and slept, and slept- we slept for 3 hours.
And woke up to a clean master bathroom, a hug and this ” It’s probably not as clean as you can get it , but it’s clean. It didn’t make me appreciate you more, just made me realize I need to tell you I appreciate you more.”
Told you I was lucky.
** Oh and when I told him about this post before I posted it he said ” I did some laundry too.” Don’t push it buddy.
