Friday, February 19, 2010

Sucked into the vortex

You know how, if you get too close to a tornado, you can get sucked into the vortex?  That same kind of danger exists when my wife goes on a house-cleaning binge.  If you get too close to her, you just get sucked into the vortex and before you know it and you find yourself scrubbing toilets, vacuuming the floor or dusting the furniture.  She reminds me a bit of that Tasmanian Devil cartoon character when she gets into high gear.  I'm not saying she's a Tasmanian Devil or anything, I'm just saying  . . .

For the record, I'm NOT complaining.  In fact, you'll never hear me complain about anyone who cleans-up after me.  As the current househusband-in-residence, I've been doing quite a bit of cleaning for the last few months but that doesn't mean that I do a particularly great job of it.  We all have our different styles and Julia's is one of "get everything done at the same time" while mine is more of "vacuum today, clean bathrooms tomorrow, wash clothes the next day,etc."  I'm more than glad to have her sweep in (no pun intended) and catch the things that I've been missing (or deliberately avoiding) and make our home a little more pleasing for both of us.

She's making passes closer and closer to me as I write this so, for my own protection, I'm going to end this and just throw myself into the vortex.  Pardon me while I go get the vacuum cleaner.

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