Yesterday, I attended a Mother's Day celebration at Robert's school. He made me a paper flower corsage and finger print poem. We painted a flower pot together and he sang "We Love Mothers" to me. It brought tears to my eyes. It was a fun day.
While I was at preschool, my darling husband cleaned the house. He dusted the shelves and vacuumed the floors. I was very happy. However, I will never let him dust again, and this is why...
...the same reason I don't let him fold and put away laundry - esp towels.
*note the picture on the right (top photo)... it's not even orientated properly* Not to mention the addition of his laptop on the shelf.
This is what it looked like before:
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Alas, he tried, But still something tells me he does these things on purpose so he won't even have to do them again.
And I am suddenly reminded of Bobby's favorite advice to give when a friend is getting married: "Just screw up whatever she {the bride} asks you to do and she won't ask you to do anything else related to the wedding."
I always knew I married a smart guy. Thank you for trying, honey. I love you!
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ok he's not supposed to be good at cleaning, but what about hanging shelves?? He needs a laser level - those shelves look CROOKED!
in his defense, its the walls. Not his fault at all. He did the best he could.
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