My sweet husband has promised to help me now that I have a broken foot. So yesterday I asked if he would strip the sheets off the bed and take them to the laundry room, as it was Saturday and house cleaning day. (Years ago, I had a woman who helped me clean house. She retired at about the same time the
publishing business entered a slowdown, and I thought it prudent to begin cleaning my house myself. So much for the glamorous life of a writer.)
After he took care of that, I went to the long and narrow laundry room to begin washing clothes. I found the sheets–plus a pillow (?)–heaped on the floor, piled so deeply that I couldn’t even get in with my crutches, boot, etc. Bless the man’s heart. He has a kind spirit, but he doesn’t think like a woman. I’ve known this for thirty-something years, but lately that bit of knowledge has risen to the top of my brain.
So I got the sheets in to the washing machine and went back to the bedroom to put clean sheets on the bed. The hubster agreed to help, so he stood on one side while I stood on the other. I unfolded the top sheet and let it fall, gracefully, onto the bed, and then made the required square corner at the end. He was reaching for the quilt, but I stopped him–“Did you make a square corner?”
“I don’t know how.”
“It’s easy, I’ll show you.”
“I don’t want to know how.”
I sighed. “I can tell you were never in the military.”
“Well, neither were you.”
“No, but I still know how to make a square corner.”
So I made a square corner on his side, and we got the bed made–still married. 🙂
And as I hopped through the house on my crutches, I was struck by the fact that some men just don’t SEE things. They don’t see the little bits of plastic on the floor from where the dogs shredded the newspaper bag. They don’t see the two empty glasses on my desk, the dresser, the nightstand.They don’t see the crepe myrtle blossoms littering the foyer, and they haven’t learned how to use the diaper genie we use for poop bag disposal on the back porch. (My daughter’s brilliant idea. Trust me, if you live in small yard with big dogs, a diaper genie is a must! That, and lots of plastic grocery bags.)
So today, Sunday, while hubby is off at church with the middle schoolers, I put the big doggies out on the porch and settled in to take my bath. I’m not usually a bath kind of girl–I used to think our big bathtub was a complete waste because I’m more accustomed to the shower, where I can be washed and done (and even wash a dog or two) in minutes.
But I figured it was easier to take a bath with a broken foot than to try to stand in the shower, which can be slippery even when you have two good feet.
So today I was resting in the bathtub, foot propped up, and I spied a vase of silk paperwhites (that’s a flower) that has stood beside my bathtub for at least ten years. They’re pretty, but I never give them more than a passing glance as I hurry by. But today I saw them, and spied a layer of dust on the stuff that’s supposed to look like water. Only with the dust on it, it’s clearly acrylic something-or-other. The silk leaves were dusty, too, but hubby would have no idea how to clean them.
So, feeling like a little girl playing with her dishes in the tub, I grabbed the paperwhites and baptized them in the tub. I figured the mix of bubble bath and Dove soap would do them good. And if a little dust got on me, well, it couldn’t be any worse than my daily dose of dog hair.
So now I have a clean tub and clean silk flowers. Tomorrow I think I’ll turn around and study the big pot of silk pothos at the other end of the tub. They could probably use a good dunking, too.
I’m making steady progress, moving from two crutches to only one, because I can rest the heel of my boot on the floor without much discomfort. The hubby searched high and low to buy me knee socks (it’s summertime!), so now I even have a colorful sock beneath my boot.
I suppose that’s why I love him even though he can’t make a square corner.