My husband is a clean freak.
I kinda don't like that phrase though, I must say.
I appreciate his cleanliness, and even after 7 years of marriage, am awestruck by it at times.
Nothing freaky about it, people. Unless FREAKING AWESOME counts.
Over Christmas break I made a to-do list. I love to-do lists. We use Remember the Milk and sync our lists (shopping, personal, errands, etc) on our iPod touches. It rocks. Good for the marriage, I tell you!
Back to the vacation list - it included things like: Go hiking. Find vegetarian recipes. Send thank you cards.
Then there were a few not-so-pleasant items like: Clean and organize refrigerator and freezer. Deep clean Solo-boy's carseat. Organize storage room.
Mr. P puts me to shame when it comes to cleaning and organization. I love this about him. Cleaning the refrigerator, to me, means wetting a rag and simultaneously lifting items and swiping the area beneath the item. Repeat with each item. Voilà! Done!
No no no no no no.
Unacceptable.
Mr. P's version of cleaning the refrigerator is just a tad more thorough. It includes taking every. single. item out, checking its expiration date, and tossing as necessary. Then he proceeds to REMOVE each piece of the interior of the fridge and soak and scrub each individual piece of plastic in boiling hot water. Then he continues to use GLASS CLEANER to shine each item up before returning it to the fridge.
People?
I love this man.
And the carseat. Oh, the carseat. There may have been man-tools required to disassemble it to Mr. P's liking, oxy-clean was involved, & woolite & shoe polish made appearances as well. The works. So clean it is now lick-able.
When we first were married, I remember resenting the fact that cleaning the bathroom was a entire Saturday morning's activity. Mr. P would strip down to some running shorts and get on his hands and knees and disappear into the abyss of tub scum and toilet bowl scrubbers. While he attacked the bathroom, I managed to clean the ENTIRE rest of the house, then plop down on the couch and twiddle my thumbs, while simultaneously becoming increasingly annoyed at what the hell was taking him so long!
I have since matured.
I have since realized I am the envy of many women.
I have since realized that I have not cleaned a bathroom in 7 years.
I have since realized I am a very, very blessed woman.
And also? Thank you to Mr. P's mom, the woman I credit for this.
And also?
To Solo-boy's future wife? Your welcome.
