Since I’ve been incapacitated with this broken foot, my husband has taken over all the household duties that I’ve always done. It’s been difficult for him because he has his own job to do during the day, and then he comes home and does my work in the evenings and weekends. He even makes a great breakfast for me before he goes off to work.
Because my work as a domestic engineer is outside his realm of expertise, I’ve had to explain in detail what he needs to do. For instance, yesterday he did seven loads of laundry, two loads of sheets, two loads of rugs, and a load each of towels, dark things and light things. He had to ask how much detergent to use, what temperature setting was appropriate for each load, when to use fabric softener sheets (a no for towels because it makes them less absorbent, I explained), what things went in the dryer and what things needed to be hung on the drying rack.
When he cleaned the bathroom, I had to explain which product was to be used for the tub, which sponge was for which area (don’t use the same sponge for the sinks and countertop as he used for the toilet), showed him the scrubbing bubbles I used for the shower walls and how long to let it sit before he rinsed them off. When he thought he was finished, he said the bathroom didn’t smell quite as fresh as when I do it. “That’s because I also wash the floor,” I told him. He wanted to wash the floor, too, so I had to tell him which bucket to get, which mop to use, how much pine oil to put in the bucket and how much water to add.
Hubby is getting so much better in the kitchen. He has gone from being nearly a complete non-cooker to someone who can come up with a pretty decent meal with just a little bit of guidance from me. This morning he made a darn good frittata using mushrooms, onion, and basil I cut up for him. I talked him through how much olive oil to use, how to separate an egg so he could use two eggs and one egg white, how to lift up the edge of the frittata as it cooked to let the raw egg slip underneath the cooked part so all of it would be cooked evenly, when to put the lid on the skillet to finish cooking the top of it, and suggested he sprinkle just a little bit of Parmesan on the top before he plated it. It was marvelous!
My husband has so much more to do in the house to get it back into the shape I try to keep it in. He has all the floors to do and all the dusting. I will have to explain the use of the dust mop to get the areas the vacuum can’t reach and which polish to use for what and when to use just a microfiber cloth with no polish for certain things. I have no doubt he will be able to handle it all admirably.
Watching how hard he has worked these past three weeks, especially this weekend, has given me a greater appreciation of…well, of me! Lest you think I’m an egocentric, unappreciative wife, I assure you that I am unspeakably grateful to my husband’s efforts to take care of me during this difficult time. He has gone above and beyond, never complaining once. He does all this extra work with such devotion and grace, and I know I’m the luckiest gal in the world to have a husband like mine.
That being said, after watching all the hard work he is doing every day and how much knowledge it takes to be able to do all those things well, I’m thinking, “Dang! I didn’t realize I know so much and do so much!” You’ll have to excuse me now because I need to take a nap. Watching my husband do all this work makes me tired.