The difference between men and women?
We had 10 minutes yesterday afternoon between when I got home from my staff meeting at the Jazzercise Center where I teach, and got washed up and changed, and when we had to leave to catch the train to New York where we were taking Catherine to the Discovery Museum for her birthday.
So I cleaned the downstairs bathroom and began running around the house with the duster.
Basil watched an old episode of “West Wing.”
Enough said.
Pushing on a Rope 
Wellll, ladies, I have to say that my husband is the opposite.I am going to bed and he is cleaning. It has not always been like that, but I did the same thing for many years. But, I am tired! I work out of the home grave yard shift. I finally said, well if he wants it done, he is gonna have to do it. Guess what, he does. I do not even feel guilty, we both are pretty neat people so it isn’t like there is a lot to do, But we have to keep up with everything. So now I do a bit more resting and he does a bit more work. Love it! I am your new follower from the blog hop.
Living F.A.B.ulously on Purpose
Posted by Margaret Heisworkingitout Reed | April 7, 2013, 10:19 pmIt’s like going to bed — Bill says I’m going to bed, brushes his teeth, gets into bed. I load the dishwasher, make sure there is butter out for morning, put the paper in the recycle bucket, notice the sink needs cleaning, clean it, brush my teeth and get into bed. You have my sympathies…
Posted by Karen Waggoner | April 7, 2013, 3:32 pmI hear you! Sigh.
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | April 8, 2013, 6:55 am