Messy Man
My Danny is on vacation - and that means that I'm also on a vacation from him. Does that mean I do anything different? Not really, but...
I now have the time to clean up after a lot of his little messes without them being recreated within a couple of hours. I can get the kitchen back to looking like a kitchen instead of a junk drawer that has exploded. He has this bad habit of leaving everything on the kitchen island no matter where it actually belongs. He actually opens his junk mail and leaves it lying around instead of immediately tossing it into the trash. He has enough address stickers to last him for the next century spread out on the diningroom table and those are going to get filed away neatly. I can now vacuum the carpet and mop the floors and have them stay clean until he returns. That's the best part - a few days without mud being tracked in or his drinks being spilled on the floor. Oh joy! Oh work!