I'm checking in too. Had a good weekend. Tonight I was standing in the kitchen, a little overwhelmed by the mess, and needing to cook. H walked in and just stood there. So I asked why he was just standing there. He asked if he could help. So I said, "Sure, you can brown the meat for spaghetti." So he started doing that, and I went about putting away the groceries, and washing the dishes and pots in the sink, and I was thinking "Wow! This is going well." Then I heard a crash, and I saw that he had dropped the spaghetti sauce jar on the floor after pouring the sauce into the pan. So it was a pretty bad mess, broken glass with traces of red sauce on the floor. I went back to what I was doing and let him work on cleaning it up.
This is where he really is weak. So he swept up the glass and got red sauce on the broom and dustpan. And then he went for my cute holiday dish towel to mop up the floor. That was when I told him not to use my "good" towel, but use the paper towels. And he said he didn't know that my halloween decorated dish towel was a "good towel". (Exactly, and he doesn't know that the egyptian cotton bath towels aren't for washing his car either, but I held my tongue.) He didn't like me watching him clean the mess, and he told me to get back to my work. Of course, cleaning up after him is my work, but I was holding my tongue. Anyway, he more or less got it cleaned up, and I rinsed off the broom and dustpan, and mopped the dirty area of the floor. And I complimented him on the spaghetti, because it really did turn out tasty. So I guess we got through this one alright.
