(because there is no work to be done. they will call him in a couple weeks to go back. construction. sigh.)
anyways...
HE IS DRIVING ME NUTS! i had my routine, it worked so well - got myself and the boys dressed, went out, came back, lunch, naptime for them, THEN cleaned the house/prepped dinner/etc. he doesnt understand that if i cleaned up in the morning, it would just get trashed again in the afternoon, so that would mean i would be "cleaning up" three times (cuz i pick up in the evening too) instead of two. im going crazy. it was 6:30am and he started scrubbing the kitchen! now, dont get me wrong, i love that he is helping and that i dont have to do it, but he makes it seem like im such a pig, living in a filthy house.
i try telling him, its just gonna get dirty again in a couple hours, if you were at work, you wouldnt notice this, im not cleaning up the second i open my eyes ....
lets see how long before he stops cleaning in the morning lol
anyways...
HE IS DRIVING ME NUTS! i had my routine, it worked so well - got myself and the boys dressed, went out, came back, lunch, naptime for them, THEN cleaned the house/prepped dinner/etc. he doesnt understand that if i cleaned up in the morning, it would just get trashed again in the afternoon, so that would mean i would be "cleaning up" three times (cuz i pick up in the evening too) instead of two. im going crazy. it was 6:30am and he started scrubbing the kitchen! now, dont get me wrong, i love that he is helping and that i dont have to do it, but he makes it seem like im such a pig, living in a filthy house.
i try telling him, its just gonna get dirty again in a couple hours, if you were at work, you wouldnt notice this, im not cleaning up the second i open my eyes ....lets see how long before he stops cleaning in the morning lol











I'm glad DH never has 2 days off in a row because I'd be driving him to work on day 2 myself and dumping him at the door! 
When DH was in seminary, we almost killed each other his first year. His schedule was erratic and he was driving me nuts hanging out at our apartment. We finally made a deal that he would leave at 9, come home at noon, leave at 1, and come home at 5. I didn't care where he went-- library, class, chapel, work, the bar across the street-- but he coudln't come home. I really think it saved out marriage. 

Luckily he never criticizes any housework or lack thereof, but doesn't willingly help out either. If I ever heard a peep out of him that sounded remotely like criticism, I'd be telling him to do it himself!
