I came home yesterday to the nicest surprise! It was nice too, after the weekend I’d had. You see, I do the vast majority of the household chores. This is partly because the BF’s job revolves around billable hours so I am home before he does, and partly because as a Virgo (however on the cusp with Leo I am), I have a much lower tolerance for clutter than he does.
In response to Dadshouse’s call that we let something slide for a week, I’d not panicked about the fact that the dishes had piled up in the sink all week. I frequently do them on Saturday anyway, get two loads done and then have everything clean for the week. Then, to my surprise, the BF offered to do the dishes. He said that I do them WAY more than he does and that this wasn’t even catching up, simply pitching in a little bit.
Considering that the weekend before I’d told him that I hate dishes and vacuuming as much as he does, but that I hate hearing him complain about it even more so I generally do it so he will just shut up, I couldn’t help but agree!
Friday night goes by. Saturday day. Saturday night. Sunday day. I am getting increasingly annoyed because one of the reasons that I end up doing them is that I can’t stand sitting around the house if there are chores to be done. Finally he gets them done on Sunday after I have practically had an aneurism. However, we manage to end the weekend on a good (read: we totally had hot sex) note.
I had offered to go by PetSmart on Monday after work because all the animals were out of practically everything and it couldn’t wait; I had further offered to go to the grocery store on Tuesday because I had Veteran’s Day off and the BF didn’t.
Traffic was awful and I didn’t get home until after 7, which is unusual for me. The BF, shockingly, was home! He usually doesn’t get home until after 7 and sometimes later, so I was excited. The car was stuffed full of cat litter and etc. and I remember being kind of annoyed because I thought he’d come out and help me but he didn’t.
But it turns out that’s because he got off work before 5, bought new glasses (our old ones were on the way out to the tune of somehow going from 8 to like 4–I’m sure you’ve been there), some beer for my day off, a bottle of riesling for us to share (which as a bonus is in a black-cat shaped bottle), he had cleaned up some cat-related stains on the carpet, and cleaned every single bathroom. This is, IMO, one of the top 5 nicest things he has ever done, largely because it is so ordinary in its scope and made my daily life so much easier.
In return I spent my day off doing the grocery shopping (which for us entails 3 stores) and cooking. I made a loaf of banana bread, a large batch of vegan mulligatawny stew, and a new marinade of baked tofu that I’m very excited about. I was home in the morning because we were having all our toilets fixed (everything slowly started to run over time) but then spent the afternoon watching all the tv shows that he hates while drinking beer and cooking some old favorites and some (hopefully) new delicious recipes.
It was a good day, and I love him so much.
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