” It soon became his job to sweep the floor and hold the dust pan in his more efficient way. “
LOL, you are too funny! I think that’s why my husband doesn’t comment on my messy house. He would get handed the broom or vacuum.
Don’t get me wrong, I love it when my house is clean. And I do get a sense of satisfaction after cleaning. But not enough to want to do it again :-) I’d rather go out and pull weeds and get my hands in the dirt. I feel more connected to God and nature outside, inside – not so much.
One day I was grumbling how I did all these things for my husband, (I mentioned I did his laundry etc). His comment was “I never asked you to.” I said. “Fine you can do your own then.” I proceeded to write up instructions on how to use the washing machine etc; and taped it to the top of the lid. I let him do his own laundry for about a month and then I took it over again. :-) He does load and unload the dishes now, but with the strokes and Parkinsonism he has it takes forever. I need to learn patience.
I, too, hate a messy house but not enough to toil constantly to keep it clean. Everybody seems to congregate here and the dirt gathers. I have two daughters that are fanatics about cleanliness to the point where nobody wants to visit. I don’t call that living-just existing when your house rules you and it is no longer a home. They are the same way about their landscaping-everything so manicured. I tell them that I live on a farm not some fancy suburb.