I think I’m actually being too good of a husband.
I may have gone above and beyond my husbandly duties.
Problem is, I’m hoping I don’t have a hard time getting things back to the way they were.
Last week one day, my wife was especially bogged down with various chores, both in and out of the house.
As a result of that I crossed the line. I can admit it now. I screwed up. I cleaned the house – or at least part of it. I didn’t mean to, but it happened. I started with the kitchen.
I was just going to do the dishes and pretty soon the floor was being swept and mopped. I had the broom in hand, so I moved to the dining room. While I’m cleaning the dining room, my bride came through the room, commented at what an absolutely incredible person and husband I am (or something to that effect). She then asked if I was going to run the vacuum through the other rooms.
I knew I had a problem then. I was flustered, but I had gone too far to turn back. I vacuumed the bleeping carpets.
The next few days, I hovered like a hawk, picking up after myself. What happened to me? I woke up that morning and left my usual trail of clothing and towels to and from the shower.
Something had gotten into me obviously. I turned into a neat freak. Worst of all, I created some kind of a monster around the house. Two days later, my wife asked me if I would mind running the vacuum through the rooms again. “Heck yes I mind,” I thought to myself, but wisely I smiled and said out lout, “I’d love to.”
Now I’m in a bad position. Does she thing I’m a man servant? How long is it going to be until she’s going to want me to pull weeds or pick up one of her other chores? I know that I have to put an end to this, and it’s going to have to happen soon, because the sink is full of dishes, and my hands are starting to get wrinkly from doing them too many times.
It’s not that she has stopped doing her share of the work. It’s just that I’m doing mine too.
I think I’m going to start easing out of this helping around the house thing. I’m going to cook up a plan to get out of some of these chores. If I still had kids around, it would be much more easy. If I handed off a task to them, they were much better at getting mom to do their work than I am.
I’ll have to think about this more tomorrow. The living room is already a mess.
For crying out loud, there’s only one of me.