Wednesday, March 28, 2012

A little late to the game

I have been reading and taking it all in but not sharing, so watch out, here it comes!

If you know my husband at all (which, side note, I have been amused to notice lately that the only guys at church he knows are 60+ because he is in High Priest Group, poor guy, so you probably don't know my husband!) you would know that he never argues so try as I might to pick a fight he won't fight back. The only thing that has almost brought us to "blows" is cleaning. My husband HATES to clean. I mean all of it. He never even touched our first vacuum. Doesn't know where to find the toilet cleaner. Has never mopped the floors...

This came to a head a few years ago when we had more money than time (would that I could have that again...) and when I tried to divide up the cleaning responsibilities he told me that he would just hire out his half.   Except he wasn't joking. So when I was pregnant and working crazy hours and needing desperately to have the house clean, we hired a housekeeper. Between her and the nanny who ironed my sheets!! (which seemed crazy to me but she loved it and it looked awesome), we returned to marital bliss.

Fast forward to our move to Seattle and no housekeeper (or ironing nanny for that matter) I was a little concerned to take up the cleaning battle again but funny enough we have found common ground. Jamie makes the money and I clean the house. Yes, I know it sounds a little 1950's to some, but actually it works. Believe me, I am the most surprised of all.

Okay, so you endured with me through all of that and still I haven't given you my cleaning philosophy, I know, I know, paragraph five, sorry! So my cleaning philosophy is to go crazy every couple of weeks and just clean from top to bottom. I love the daily/weekly lists but someone mentioned needing to have everything clean at once and I am the same way. Never mind that it lasts 10 minutes (I usually clean at night so at least it will be clean for 8 whole hours!), when it is all clean at the same time, aahhh, bliss.

PS So my nanny was actually onto something. Although I have no plans to iron my sheets, EVER, the way she did it was to just plug the iron into an extension cord next to the bed and iron the sheets while they were on the bed. I realized that this would be a great way to do tablecloths so you don't get those annoying creases when the ironed part hits the ground, it works great!

PPS The only thing I ever iron is tablecloths. Don't know how you do it Z.


6 comments:

  1. Glad you guys worked out the cleaning division. And I can totally relate to having a husband that won't fight. So Annoying. Sometimes I am just in the mood for a fight. Of course, the rare times that I succeed in getting Shawn to fight, I regret it. He is mean. Which, as he points out, is why he tries hard to never fight.

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  2. I'd be afraid of burning something if I did sheets or tablecloth like that. And hurray for finding a division of responsibilities that works for you!

    I think the only reason I'm okay ironing as much as I do is I grew up ironing so much more, that to me, I'm not really ironing that much!

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  3. HAha! I love that he just so easily said, "Okay, well I'll just hire out my half." Men!

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  4. Ahhh, division of labor. Who knew it would be such an integral part of spending life with someone you love? I'm glad you found something that works for you. And your mattress doesn't burn when you iron on there?

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  5. Welcome Morgan!

    Braden doesn't fight either. Love it. Hate it. Weird right? He is the ying to my yang though so it's definitely what I need.

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  6. Love this! Got me thinking about my latest "work" philosophy: Justin works to make money and I work to save money, by taking time to clean (like you mention) or cook (even tortillas which are easy, and way cheaper but time consuming) and such. Someday my time won't be as available and I'll probably buy tortillas again (or hire housekeeping, go Jamie!) but until then, I guess I'll clean Wally's blow-out-ed pants instead of just buying new ones as I'm tempted.

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