I don’t get into day to day personal stuff on this blog for the obvious reason that any readers I have would find it immensely boring. That said, I’m going to make an exception this once and air some dirty laundry…literally.
My wife and I are not fastidious people. By that I mean we are not particularly neat and tidy. By this I mean that we are slobs. Any day of the week that we are not expecting company our home can be found in a chaotic state of disarray. Both of us share the unfortunate tendency to drop things where they are with the best intentions of putting them where they belong later. This doesn’t work in practice as well as it does in theory. With two pre-teen boys and their multitudes of friends, eight dogs and five cats free to come and go outdoors as they please, things can get out of hand in a hurry. Add to this that we live in the sticks on the beach with the attendant dirt and sand and the fact that I have used a leaf blower to clean the house should come as no surprise.
During the course of last evening, Michelle and I were discussing the need to perhaps stay on top of the cleaning chores with a little more regularity when she said “I cleaned our room this morning, did you notice?” I admitted that I had not so on my next trip to our room I brought along my camera and snapped this picture.
The mind is a funny thing, with reality and the perception there of often at odds. Particularly in a female of the menopausal persuasion. Having learned a thing or two in my 52 years on this earth I replied upon my return “nice job, it looks great” and then proceeded to finish the job when she left for work this morning. I may be a slob and a liar but I’m no fool.
Good thing Michelle doesn’t read this blog.