So me on the other end, eating her 115th peanut butter bar ($%#@ deliciousness) got a little excited over the words 'cleaning'. In my head I thought, 'YESSS he finally gets it!! He's going to have the house clean so when I get back I don't stress!'
This is where someone, anyone, should have punched me. then laughed in my face over the possible idea of Fred cleaning the entire house. But no one did.
when he finally got to Utah, someone made a comment about him cleaning the whole house and how they were impressed. He quickly explained that he accidentally left some clothes on the couch - because he was in such a rush trying to do laundry and pack.
Well, fast forward a few days to when we get home. 'Clean the House' must have meant cleaned up after myself...a little. Because he literally didn't clean anything. Anything I'd left out was still out and some clothes on the couch? No. All his clothes were there. sigh.
How does one train a man?
and next time - someone please punch me at any sign of belief.