My post today is of the mushy gushy variety…well, at least for me. So if you are squeamish just skip the second to last paragraph.
Here’s a little background…
My bf and I are constantly going back and forth about cleaning our apartment. Neither of us really enjoys it…and neither of us are particularly tidy individuals at home…so it’s pretty much a constant issue. Having a dirty apartment stresses me out beyond belief…and trying to tackle it by myself every day pretty much sends me into full panic attack mode. Not to mention that “cleaning” to him usually involves straightening the stacks of stuff piled around our apartment and putting his clothes away that have been on the floor for a week…that’s it. Nevermind the sticky stuff on the glass side table, the inch of dust on our entertainment center, the crusty kitchen floor, the toilets, the shower or the hair in his sink…pssshhht…please.
So you can imagine my surprise when I walk into my apartment after work and he is on a cleaning frenzy. He cleaned the office, kitchen and living room (he even mopped and vacuumed)…took out the trash…AND took a bunch of boxes that have been sitting in our bedroom for months to our storage unit. He even cleaned the kitchen after I cooked us dinner which is something I’ve been working on for months.
It seriously felt like 50 pounds had been lifted off my shoulders. It’s days like yesterday, that remind just how much I love and am head over heels for that boy man…he gets upgraded to man for this. Now I can happily go home and clean our bathrooms, cook dinner, do my laundry and enjoy my evening. Without feeling completely overwhelmed by all the other stuff that needs to get done in our apartment.
Aaaahhh…this is bliss.
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