When Brad asked me to marry him, I told him I was barely domesticated so don’t expect me to be domestic.  His response was I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself. I, on the other hand, like to manage the finances. (Except when they look bleak.) Brad hates to do the bill paying bank reconciling ad nauseum.  A marriage made in heaven, right?

Since our move to Maine I am now doing a little more around the house because I don’t have to punch a time clock. But I still hate to do housework and it shows sometimes – like now. It’s amazing how much dirt and dust I can tolerate before I give in and clean. I did clean in the bedroom after about a year of dust bunnies. Yes. A year. Brad is still confined to his recliner because of his shoulder so when he cleans house he never goes in there. Out of sight out of mind I guess.

It’s now been four weeks since his shoulder replacement surgery. He is doing remarkably well and now only wears the sling when he’s up and about – like right now… As I’m typing… vacuuming the carpet in Soho. It’s a light canister with an upright carpet attachment. But still. Four weeks. Should I feel guilty?

Nah. It was his choice and he’ll stop if it hurts. I think I’ll go see if it’s dry enough outside to go play in the gardens.