This topic is old and lame, so sorry if I bore you. I just can’t seem to get over it. The ole blog seems good for helping me past such blockages. Where extra fibre is not doing the trick.
Men. What planet?
BFG is very domesticated. Far more so than me. I am a lazy sloth. He often washes the dishes, and this is much appreciated, bits of stuck-on food aside.
For me it is all in the finer details. How come after he has finished using the sink, he never cleans it out? I will come to use it later and find ancient bits of food clogging the drain, and general scaly griminess adorning the basin.
Same when he shaves or uses the bath. He never cleans up afterwards.
Training a man is a lifelong commitment. I have tried the nagging, the subliminal messaging, the blackmail, the bribery, the reverse psychology. At the moment I silently sneak after him and clean up. Until I find a better strategy.
As much as all this irks me now, I know I don’t have it too bad. At least he cleans. And when his trail of muckiness gets to me I can always think back to That One Time.
That One Time was when BFG decided to clean the bathroom from top to bottom, including the sink and bath, completely voluntarily.
I walked in and found him wiping down all the surfaces: the window ledge, the sink, the tiles. With the toilet cloth. With the cloth he uses to wipe the toilet. I asked him about this. Turns out he had wiped down deep within the toilet bowl, and then proceeded to continue wiping down the rest of the bathroom. Not even a rinse of the cloth.
At this point I needed to go and lie down.
I am pragmatic about bacteria. I studied Microbiology, and my philosophy is, if it doesn't kill you it will make your immune system stronger. I have no problem eating food off the floor. But even I have my limits.
I have no idea how BFG proceeded to cleanse our bathroom: how many times he wiped off our faeces-encrusted surfaces, and how many times he rerinsed. I was lying on my back with my eyes closed trying to picture fluffy hamsters waltzing. While fanning my face.
So it really is better that I do the wiping up. It really is.
I love my BFG to bits. He is one of a kind, and anyone could have made that mistake so I tell myself every day oh excuse me I need to go and lie down now.