Y'all something strange is happening. A disturbance in the force. An odd occurrence. It's making me wonder if I haven't been abducted by aliens and lobotomized.
For years and years of this marriage, I didn't do any of the cleaning. Or cooking. All I did was bring home the bacon and then sit on my big butt. I didn't do the dishes. I didn't do the laundry. I didn't scrub the tub or sweep the floors. Jeremy took care of everything while I was just lazy. There were a few occasions when I would get the notion to try and 'help'. But the minute I would pick up a laundry basket or start to unwrap the vacuum cord Jeremy would be right there to tell me not to worry about it..he had it all under control..to go sit back down. So, eventually it just became habit..it became normal for Jeremy to do everything and for me to do nothing.
Lately, things have started to change. I'm not sure exactly when it started to happen or why. But I can no longer come home after work and relax until I have done something..anything..to tidy the house. I feel guilty if I don't. So, I come home from work and I unload the dishwasher and then re-load if there happen to be dishes in the sink. I rinse out the coffee pot. I wipe down the stove-top and counters. I clean the litter box. If I know there are clothes in the dryer from the night before, I'll get them and put them away. If I need to take something out for dinner, I'll do that too. And I do all of this as soon as I get home from work, before I can sit down to do anything else.
To a lot of you out there, all of that might sound like your normal every day life. But, for us, it is completely abnormal. For ME, it is totally out of character. I'm surprised my husband hasn't said something..like 'What's wrong with you?' or 'Who are you?' I don't know what changed. All I can say is that it makes me happy to have a clean sink. For the rest of the evening, I can relax..knowing that I did a chore or two. Or maybe its all some sort of alien experiment. Excuse me, the mother ship is calling.