My husband and I have been together for over two decades.
We never lived together before we got married, but we had apartments next door to each other.
It should not have been shocking that I NEVER make my bed.
But every night, like clockwork, he makes the bed to military precision. He tucks in every corner. He fluffs and straightens the pillows.
Then I climb into bed, fold my pillow, yank the covers and sheets out of the corners, and burrito my body into the comforter.
You can see my usual response.
We do agree on one or two aspects of housekeeping. For example, we both happen to be over-the-roll people.
Except one night, about a month ago, I was sick. I stumbled to the bathroom, and while there, had to replace the roll. I must have put it upside down.
The next morning, my beloved came storming out of the restroom, shouting, "ARE YOU PUNKING ME?"
I laughed so hard! He did not seem amused.
A couple of times, he told me that I didn't load the dishwasher correctly. I responded exactly as you might guess.
I no longer load the dishwasher.
For me, the housekeeping wars are not a big deal. They are more of a gentle sparring match, which ends with me not doing the dishes.
For him, I suspect, they are an oppressive nightmare that must be tolerated in order to live with me.
Maybe this attitude is why my roommates could never stand living with me for very long?
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