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Everyone in our home hates cleaning the bathroom. We only have one, though, so there isn’t really the option to allow one bathroom to go back to nature until someone else cleans it. We all share the same bathroom… and I, personally, have to use it.
So my bathroom cleaning schedule consists of two thorough cleans a week, but I have a problem. While I don’t mind doing the mid-week clean every week, I do require some form of thanks or expression of admiration. A little ooo-ing and aw-ing over the gleaming state of the bathroom really helps!
Now, when Mr. Johns is really riding high as a husband, he’ll notice the clean bathroom and say something.
“Honey, did you clean this? Wow. It looks great. Thank you.”
He earns a lot of brownie points for this.
When he’s distracted by work etc., he doesn’t notice, and he takes his shower and wanders off. So I had a trick–wait until Thursday to clean the bathroom, by which point Mr. Johns is so grateful to have it clean again that he’s bound to notice. But then, as stated above, I have to use that bathroom, too!
So I came up with a new plan. I thoroughly cleaned the bathroom, but then I left the shower curtain twisted up and out of the way, and I left the long handled scrubber in the corner of the shower. This way, Mr. Johns would physically have to bring down the shower curtain and trip over the scrubber. He’d have to notice then!
It didn’t work.
I’m finicky about having hot water, and Mr. Johns really doesn’t care if his shower is luke warm. So I was the first one to take a shower, and I was the one who tripped over the scrubber!
Me: Honey! Honey! Come here!
Mr. Johns: What?
Me: Come here!
Mr. Johns came into the bathroom: What? What’s wrong?
Me: Did you notice that I cleaned this place?
Mr. Johns, looking around: Oh, yeah. I did notice. Sorry, it looks great. Thanks.
And that is really all I require. Just some thanks. Someone to NOTICE. But I’ve come to a new conclusion… I’m going to have to be more direct. The next time I clean the bathroom, I’m going to text Mr. Johns:
I cleaned the bathroom. Tell me you love me.
I loved this and laughed the whole way through! It’s exactly how I feel. I can’t keep up with the housework like I used to. Like you, I’d like a “Gee, Hon, that looks nice. You did a good job.” I never used to need an attaboy, so it seems odd that I need one in my senior years.
I could not get the reblog button to work, but I’ll try again later. My computer has been temperamental about sharing. I think it’s getting cranky in its old age.
Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner and commented:
I loved this! I’d love get a thank you also.
I’m not alone! LOL!