So I have recently returned home after four days away. I fully expected to find a house turned upside down, kids still in the same clothes as the ones I left them in and several notes from teachers about missing assignments. Instead, I walk through the door (with one eye closed to guard me from the expected horror of it all) to find that not only is the house NOT a mess, but in better shape than it had been left. The dishes were not only done but put away. Same with the laundry. The kids were all in bed and as I made my rounds to inspect and kiss each one of them, I noticed that their rooms were immaculate. The next day’s clothes were also put out in neat little stacks by each child’s bedside.
This is the point where I started pinching myself and wondered if this was actually my house. Indeed, it was and I had an hour or so of elation and praised my wonderful husband for taking such good care of things in my absence.
Then, it hit me….He did almost everything around here that I do, but better. He was caught up on laundry. I don’t think I have EVER been caught up on laundry since the kids came along. Sure, it has been done but not put away as well. Not to mention how clean the entire house was. I just about lost it when I opened the fridge to grab a drink and saw that he had cleaned that out too. And it was perfect. What the heck did he do, take a toothbrush to the hard to reach spots? I can’t handle this. That is when the green monster reared its ugly head.
Now I am mad at him. That’s right. He has done everything better than I could have imagined and I am secretly mad at him. Am I insane? Why do I want to smack this man who has gone above and beyond to appease me? Shouldn’t I be glad that he did what he did and how well he did it? I do not know.
But I do know this….there is only one thing that is going to make this jealousy and feeling of inadequacy go away. I have to go to his office and do his job better than he does.
Watch out honey!!!