When we were dating, my husband was freakishly clean. I was so excited that I had met a great man who also knew his way around with a vacuum cleaner. One day I was feeling a bit under the weather while over at his apartment. He told me to lay down in his bed and he would get me some crackers. I proceeded to eat all of the crackers and drift in and out of sleep. When he discovered me laying in his bed, covered in cracker crumbs, he was distraught at the mess. Solution…he dust-bustered me. No that is not some weird euphemism for anything inappropriate, he literally dust-bustered all the cracker crumbs off the bed, me and my hair.
Then we got married. Somehow the compulsive cleaning gene mutated at that point and disappeared…or became seriously distorted. Case in point: We hadn’t been married long and were living in a small apartment with a really teeny bathroom. The hubby had showered and had really steamed up the bathroom. I came in to shower and found him wiping down the mirror with his underwear…from the day before (which, to his credit, are cleaner than most… but still).
Now that we have been married 6 years, we are much more on the same page about cleaning. We have a great division of responsibility. He handles yard and garage stuff, and I handle most of the indoor cleaning. He does the laundry, and I fold it and put it away. He washes all the pots and pans, and I load and unload the dishwasher. However, one bad cleaning habit just won’t die. He often puts his clothes on top of the hamper instead of in it. Apparently the opening of the hamper is one step too many.
Eva Mendes would not put up with that (see comments here).