Yes, ladies, let me just tell you how I came home to a clean house TWICE this week. Either Scott's been reading the same blogs I have been, or he's just a splendiferous husband. It's likely a combo of both, but at any rate, do you even know how good it feels to come home from what feels like twelve hours of work (when you leave at 6:15 and get home at 6), exhausted, grumpy, on the verge of a mental, emotional and physical breakdown, to a clean kitchen, running dishwasher and tidy living room? Oh my gosh, people, it's a little taste of Heaven.
I was so happy I sang while cooking that dear man his dinner. I wanna take him upstairs.
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