Momservation: If God had meant for mothers to keep spotless houses He wouldn’t have created romance novels.
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I’m going to put it out there right now – my husband didn’t marry me for my domestic goddess skills.
Many days I think he truly regrets this.
I’d like to say I better fill the role of trophy wife, but considering I meet him at the door more often than not still in my stinky workout clothes, that’s not what keeps him coming home every night either.
Of course I think these are just small sacrifices to make in light of all my other (obviously?) redeeming qualities, but when everyone’s still out of underwear and socks, it’s Day 3 of Leftover Surprise, and the dog is frightened when the vacuum fires up because it is a strange and unfamiliar object to her, I have to admit I might need to step it up a little more than just snuggling up to Hubby and purring, “Remember…you love me!”
So, I’m willing to admit my short comings and try harder even though I think doing laundry is a mind-numbing process of futility and cleaning bathrooms just makes people bitter they got stuck with the job and breeds animosity toward the toilet dribblers and toothpaste spitters. Plus, I believe the satisfaction derived from cooking a healthy meal from scratch that hits all the major food groups for your family is way overrated. I get way more of a high walking into Jack’s Urban Eats.
It’s basically a known fact around here that everyone should be happy, or at least pretend to be happy with the passable job I do of keeping house lest they want the job handed over to them with a flipped bird salute.
My son came close to taking over the job the other day by announcing, “Mom it’s a good thing you don’t work for Merry Maids, because you don’t even like cleaning your own house.”
I thought he said: “…because you don’t even clean your own house.”
Once we got that clarified, I simply had to admit he had a valid point.
So, what’s the secret to Hubby putting up with my less than stellar housekeeping skills?
We subscribe to my friend Kathy’s philosophy: I can be good at keeping things up in all rooms of the house or I can be good in one room of the house – the bedroom.
Guess which one he picked?