Cleaning Mood

My husband likes to clean more than I do. Now, that doesn’t mean that he does all the cleaning in the house, he is just a little more passionate about it when he does it than I am. I just want to get it done so that I can move on to something else. My husband would rather get it done so that he doesn’t have to do it again for a long time. Doesn’t always work that way when you’re dealing with toilets and showers and such.

Today my husband decided to get into one of his “cleaning moods.” He decided to attack our bedroom with a vengeance. He cleaned up all the clothes that he had tossed in different corners of the room, went through each item in the closet, both hanging and on the floor. Then he vacuumed the closet and our bedroom. Then he cleaned every inch of the bathroom floor and shower.

Why do I bring this up? I am applauding the works of my husband, yes, but I also have a secret gripe that I would never tell him, for fear of the argument that would ensue because he thinks he’s a “better cleaner” than I am, and the fact that he would never clean again.

My secret gripe is that the more that my husband thinks he is cleaning, the messier the area around him becomes. I can’t see the countertop in my bedroom right now because everything that was in the shower (shampoo, conditioner, facial soap, other soaps and cleaners) is now on my countertop. And in my bedroom, everything that he picked up off the floor to get out of the way of the vacuum cleaner is now sitting on top of my bed, making it impossible for me to get into. Do I dare move any of this stuff? Of course! Because one thing I know about my husband is that he can’t finish a job. The funny part is that I usually can’t either. So, one of us starts and one of us finishes. That’s why we work so well together.