Hi Neighbor!

I don’t know what’s going on with housework at your home. But over here it is a competitive sport, our very own household Olympics.

Throughout our married life, I’ve always done the housework and looked forward to it. Why? Because I could do it during breaks while working from home. Also, I’ve always associated it with a daytime, at home workout, building bone density and muscle mass along with a cardio workout from lifting the vacuum, going up and down stairs and mopping floors. But that was the scenario when my husband was 30 minutes away at his office.

Now that he’s home 24/7 and the gyms are closed, he’s also aware of the health benefits and decided to join in those chores. I’ll be working in my office and out of nowhere hear the sounds of the vacuum on the stairs. Having him share housework was once a dream of domestic bliss. But now, jokingly, I call him the job stealer.

Maybe any other time in my life, I’d have welcomed the partnership and support. But without being able to get to the gym, I claim these as my jobs and selfishly I don’t want to share. Lately I have to get to the laundry room first, being super aggressive to get to the vacuum and mop before he does. Sometimes I have to race to get there first when I hear him coming up the stairs. It’s a little stressful and a bit ridiculous I admit. More covid induced craziness.

The upside is, of course, that the house is pristine. Guess that’s a benefit. Wait. Do I actually hear him vacuuming as I’m writing? Ugh. Is it possible? He won again. I have to run now and grab the mop.

Cleaning Olympics Contenter,
Jane