Domestic Means Dealing With the Subconscious…

…of my husband. Now, he hasn’t said the first negative thing lately about my domesticity or lack thereof. Not a word about my cooking, the cleanliness of the house, or my ability to care for Seven. That is, until about 3:30 in the morning last night. For whatever reason, in the pitch black of night, he sat up in bed, looked around and said…

“It looks like a pig pen in here.”

And then he rolled over and went right back to sleep.
Am I to assume he meant our bedroom?? Was he dreaming about the kitchen? The bathroom? Should I just clean them ALL??

I had the urge for most of the day to yank out the vacuum and wash the linens, but somehow I mustered up the fortitude to get over that urge. It was a real challenge, but I’m a tough gal.

Geez.

“It looks like a pig pen in here.”

Night ya’ll.