How a cleaning aid can save the relationship!
I have an allergy to very specific phrases of my husband. What is there to eat? or? We would have to wash the sheets again? or? on the lamp has long wiped no more dust. It's like this: These sentences imply that I'm supposed to do anything that I think he might as well do. After all, he has two healthy hands and two healthy legs - and usually a functioning brain. Unfortunately, this always turns off when it comes to the budget.
Talk in rage
My husband has an allergy to household. At least he says. And I have an allergy to my husband when he says he has an allergy to household. Then I get hectic red spots, my breath is faster, the hands are clenched into fists and I could jump at his throat. I will not do this. Instead, I give him a lecture. About Equality and the 21st Century. About the fact that we both work the same amount and therefore both should do the same amount of dirty work, because I do not want to wipe, vacuum and wash as much as he, even if he starts from the opposite. But no, I would not be his mother nor did we live in the 50s. And that's a good thing! At the end, I almost scream and fumble with my index finger right in front of his eyes. Of course he does not like that, so he begins to loudly list all the things he has done in the past few weeks. He was not just lazy on the couch. No no no. Because I can not stop that, of course, I start to calculate that I did a lot more. And last but not least, are we forgiving all the bad things he did to the other person? and many are, we know each other very well and for a very long time. After that there is bad air first, sorry we are both bad.
So close to the sky
One year ago, I hired a cleaning aid. After a long strife. But it seemed to me the only solution. I think Mika taught Master Propper how to clean. She already goes to the dirt on the collar before it even arises. And I'm sure she has a wand with glitter fairy dust that she once swings through the apartment and? schwups? Everything shines in new splendor. Suddenly our apartment looked like a magazine: clean, comfortable and so, so beautiful. Already at the door, the feeling of pure harmony came over. That was transferred to us. And so we were suddenly like two freshly in love. Because all of a sudden we had time to compliment each other instead of always having to discuss who is going to do the laundry, vacuuming or cleaning the bathtub. And because we did not have to clean up after work in the evening, we sat together over a glass of wine and talked. And a little bit smooched. Oh, that was nice.
The end of the song
The harmony lasted for ten months. Then Mika quit. She moved in with her boyfriend? in another city. And we were alone again. It took two weeks, we were already in the hair again. That can not go on like this. We need help. From tomorrow I'm looking for a cleaning lady again. Best with magic wand. I'd rather pay him something more, so she always stays with us. Because in the long run, that saves us the couple therapist? or the divorce. I am firmly convinced of that.
