I think David has been hanging around me a little too long. My Queen has obviously rubbed off on him and not in a good way. The Queen likes to ruminate for a period of time that can last as long as she can get away with it before she tackles any household chores. For the last couple of days, David’s been in 'full on' spring cleaning mode. He should have started this a month ago which is why I said 'not in a good way' but the Queen won't complain. This is so opposite of the Queen's way of doing things. Shall I declare him the King now? If I wait long enough, will the King do all the unpleasant chores (aka housework)? I'm all for that.
It's ironic that I had a cleaning lady for several years when I didn't really need one. I let her work here since she was a single mother and needed the income. It was a winwin. She's now married and happily cleaning for her hubby. Now that we're retired and getting too tired to do a lot of the cleaning, we don't have any help unless you count bribing the grands. A couple of the grandsons are always willing to help out for a few extra coins so that helps a little. Who am I kidding? They want the big bucks. Our smallest (in size but not in mind) is perfect for cleaning the baseboards. Lord knows we can't get down there anymore without a solid plan to get back up. I wonder if the local tool shops sell portable block and tackle set ups for seniors?
Anyway, yesterday he decided to take on the 'pain in the tuchas' chore of washing the windows in our bedroom. It's the first time any of the windows in this house have been washed since our cleaning lady got married, darn her. He's also been taking down the drapes that have not been cleaned since the tree outside was a twig. (Not really but it feels that way.) We threw them in the dryer on the 'refresh' setting to get all the dust out.
I've been waking up with sinus headaches so, bless his sweet heart, he's been dusting under and behind everything he possibly can. Unbeknownst to David, this is the high pollen season and all the dusting in the world won't solve the problem but I'm not about to let him know that. This forced me to dust the entertainment center, dresser and night stands as well as the head and foot boards. I HATE dusting so much. It's not the actual act of dusting I guess I loathe as much as it's having to move all the dang tchotckes we have in there. On top of all the pictures and knick knacks, I also have about a dozen small to large decorative piggy banks that are a pain. Note to self: Never, ever buy a glass piggy bank. To get the money out it has to be smashed. Whose dumb idea was that? And who's dumber? The one who came up with it or the goof ball who bought it? Don't answer that. It was rhetorical and I already know the answer. Never again.
Anyway, I had planned on asking our youngest granddaughter to do the dusting for me but backed out. Even though she promised to do some cleaning in exchange for the money I gave her for a special occasion mani/pedi, I just couldn't bring myself to do that to her. She's too sweet to torture that way so I was guilted into doing it myself.
I'm afraid that sitting here on my computer while he's cleaning the windows in the dining room is going to give him ideas. I used the sinus headache making me dizzy (which it really was) excuse to get out of cleaning my craft closet but I think it's going to have to be done soon. I just wish it were a little larger so I could organize it better, but I don't dare tell David that because I know what he'd say. He'd say I need to get rid of a lot of the junk in there and he'd be right, but I'm not about to admit it. We can't let our husbands think they're right anytime it comes to our hobby stashes, now can we? No, we cannot. If it were up to him, the closet would be empty. Of course, I can say the same about his garage, so I guess we're at an impasse.
While watching him clean, I can feel myself weakening on attempting to organize that closet so I think I'll run a couple of errands while I wait for this urge to clean something passes.