Housework

So as I mentioned yesterday, I’ve been doing some cleaning lately.  [And yes, this is one of the signs of the apocalypse, so get prepared!!]  It’s actually a really exciting thing for me because it shows just how far I’ve come health-wise.  I mean, I haven’t really done housework with any regularity since I got married.  There wasn’t much time or energy between 3 neck surgeries, 2 pregnancies (albeit one very brief), an appendectomy, et al.  So the fact that I am feeling well enough to clean and do laundry is truly something to rejoice over!

And this is not just your run-of-the-mill cleaning (okay, maybe it is for normal people) . . . I’ve done like 4 loads of laundry and PUT THE CLOTHES/DIAPERS AWAY (miraculous!); cleaned the toilet, sink, and counter; done the dishes TWICE; cleaned the microwave; washed the kitchen counters and stove; and picked up around the living room.  Next thing you know, I’ll be vacuuming!

Of course, I am always seeking external validation, making sure that Neal knows how much of his work I am doing around the house.  So true to form, today I asked him what he thought of all the stuff I was doing.  Our conversation went something like this:

“It makes me kinda sad.  But I guess I’ll get used to it eventually.”

“Sad?  You mean, you wish you could still do these jobs?”

“Oh, no.  Because something happened to my actual wife.  And now I have to get used to this new version.  I don’t even know where Lindsay went, but I’m sure I’ll adjust.”

Funny guy