Saturday, June 21, 2014
Husband just got home. I'd asked him to stop by Wal-Mart on his way home and get two boxes of pet odor carpet powder with baking soda in it. I also had him buy another three-scented candle that I like, and some Febreeze. I had the windows open all morning, and the house aired out nicely. I vacuumed all the upholstered furniture and sprayed Febreeze on all the fabrics (furniture, curtains, etc). I've sprinkled the carpet powder, but have to wait a while longer before I can vacuum it up. It's already 10,000x better in here, so that has improved my mood immensely. So anyway. Husband came home, gave me my supplies, and then said he was going to get some gas.
He's going to mow and weedeat.
At first, I couldn't even believe it. This is something he NEVER does, and he wasn't even asked to do it. Then it occurred to me: at the risk of sounding like I have a BAD attitude, I think the only reason he's doing the yardwork is because we're having people over tonight. If he didn't "have" to do it, he wouldn't. Maybe I'm not being fair. Maybe he's turning over a new leaf. I'm not holding my breath just yet, though. I'm just going on history here. In all honesty, I don't even care why it's getting done. I'm just glad it's getting done. He did it a week or so ago as well, so to have it done twice in one month is a HUGE deal. HUGE.
Then I had the brilliant idea to have people over more often. I can socialize (something I never do) and the yardwork can get done (something he never does). I mean...am I clever or what?!