True love cleans the bathrooms.

It finally happened. Our bathrooms are fresh this morning. I can smell the Mr. Clean throughout the family room. My husband has truly been a great help during my time of need or should I say our family's time of need. He has cooked, cleaned, washed clothes (a few wrong color mixes, but nothing ruined), kept the birdfeeders full for me to watch, vacuumed and basically been at my disposal. Don't feel too sorry for him, he has played golf most everyday. Anyway, last night, I felt the frustration of dirty bathrooms. I have always enjoyed cleaning our bathrooms, leaving them sparkling, fresh and rid of germy stuff. Call me crazy, maybe, but it really makes me feel good to complete this particular cleaning task. When I could no longer stand the conditions in our bathrooms, I gently suggested last night, that they needed attention. Well, probably not so gently, not really my gift at being gentle. In fact, one of my major character flaws. Back to the toothpaste on the mirror and such. As my husband blinked his eyes in dismay to what his ears heard, he explained he had never really cleaned a bathroom. We agreed we could tackle this project together the next morning. After our children were off to school, I asked if he was ready. As he sprayed the disinfectant over all the surfaces and I coached him along, it occurred to me, I have been doing this cleaning job for 20 years and to see someone else do it gave me a sense of accomplishment. It isn't easy to properly scrub a bathroom. Top to bottom. Ceiling to floor. Sink to commode. As he was putting the final touches on the final bathroom, he noticed the streaks across the mirror. I had seen them but did not want to complain about them. He quickly grabbed a new rag and redid the mirror. As he finished the floor, I could tell he realized the difficulty in this one of many homecare task that must be done weekly if not more. Maybe, this time of role-switching will make us stronger, more aware, more appreciative, less taken for granted. Maybe, the greatest lesson of all was two people looking in the same mirror, saw the same thing and agreed it should be wiped off again. Take joy in being able to clean a bathroom.