"...let men do the housework for, say, the next six thousand years, to even things up..."

The obvious and fair solution to the housework problem is to let men do the housework for, say, the next six thousand years, to even things up.  The trouble is that men, over the years, have developed an inflated notion of the importance of everything they do, so that before long they would turn housework into just as much of a charade as business is now.  They would hire secretaries and buy computers and fly off to housework conferences in Bermuda, but they'd never clean anything.  ~Dave Barry

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So…if you know me at all,  you know Monday is CLEANING DAY!!! And this was a very special cleaning day because Kenneth had  a [bittersweet] day off too! YAY! That means I have help!!! :D :D

Yeah, not so much.

I decided we would split up the rooms, he would take a few, I would take a few. I already knew the rooms I wanted to do:

·         Kitchen

·         Livingroom

·         Guest room (that I’ve been using for a project).

I wanted him to do

·         bathroom (I remembered when he lived with his mom his job was to clean the bathroom and he always got it spick and span.)

·         bedroom

·         Man Cave

He initially agrees and I start cleaning the kitchen…I get the dishwasher unloaded, reloaded, I’m starting to clear of the counters, readying the floors for mopping and he comes in and says…”I want to switch rooms. I want the kitchen for the bathroom…”  I’ve got the hard parts done in the kitchen, but OK…I’ll trade. I start to point out all that has to be done… “you have to wash these dishes by hand, you have to put the blender and crockpot under the counter, sweep the floor…” he rolls his eyes, with a quick “OK, yeah, yeah, I’ll do it.”

So I move to the bathroom, clean the tube, the toilet, sort the laundry from the basket, clear off the vanity to scrub it down and here he comes with this goofy grin… “I want to trade back…”

My eyes could not have rolled any farther back in my head.

Uh. No. I’m almost done…AGAIN! You traded for the kitchen, you keep it. I finish the bathroom and move on to the living room (where I have dumped all of the clean laundry I had no time to fold and hang during the week) and start my work.

From the Living room, I get a good peek at the kitchen and there is NO movement in there.

Did you know Ken was magic? He can clean a room 10 feet away with a couch stuck to his butt! I will have to learn that one.

I explained to him, when I’m done cleaning and sitting and watching a movie you will NOT want to clean. So just start and before you know it, you’ll be done!

I move back to the living room to continue working on Mount Laundry and Ken comes in with a goofy grin (that I have seen one too many times today).

(We have a portable dishwasher-that uses the kitchen faucet). “Kim, I had to start the dishwasher, so I can’t clean the dishes in the sink!” Really? Well, guess what? The sprayer thingy still works….SPRAY THEM! I honestly have never seen him more defeated.

A few minutes later, I go check and he’s still trying the couch-on-butt trick. Wow, he will not give up on this trick until it is perfected! And how can I compete with The Degrassi marathon? [multiply this times 5, and it was my day]

So, I end up doing:

Livingroom
Kitchen
Bedroom
Bathroom
Laundry

To Kenneth’s credit, the Man Cave with the flat screen tv was IMMACULATE-never, ever cleaner.