…the mice will play.
Mr. How Sweet has been out of town on business all week. Luckily, he is home now, which just means that I now need to shower, brush my teeth, cook real food and pause my Felicity marathon.
I must admit – many times I enjoy when Mr. How Sweet goes out of town. He enjoys it too. In fact, if I’m being perfectly honest, I think it is an excellent tip for marriage survival. It gives us each some time to ourselves, even if that only means that he gets to eat fancy dinners out and I lay on the couch for 4 hours each evening in my XXXL sweatpants from college. I cherish my alone time.
And then it gives us both a bit of anticipation and excitement for when he returns home. It keeps things spicy.
Mr. How Sweet is a perfectionist. I am very Type A, but Mr. How Sweet makes me look… Type Z. And it drives him crazy when the kitchen is a mess. I tell him that he should be happy when the kitchen is a mess, because that means he has indulged in a home cooked meal. He just looks at me. And what’s so funny is that I actually enjoy cleaning the kitchen. But trust me, that is the only place I ever clean up. I’m a disgrace.
So what does the kitchen look like when Mr. How Sweet is away?
Two separate evenings. Lots of messes. A whole other night of messes that I’m not even sharing. And you don’t even want to see the rest of the house.
But don’t worry, I cleaned it up… about 2 hours ago.