A couple nights ago, I walked into the upstairs bathroom to find my husband cleaning the toilet.
I immediately lamented that I had not realized the toilet needed to be cleaned. It's a household chore that I could have easily accomplished while Lew was at work.
When I expressed this sentiment to Lew, he rolled his eyes (I think) and assured me that it was okay that I didn't clean the toilet. After all, I was not that good at cleaning.
Yes, he really told me that I was NOT a good housekeeper. Maybe not in those exact words, but still....
And my reaction?
Relief!
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