Yesterday I slept all afternoon while Lindsey cleaned most of the house. To be fair, I was actually quite sick. But still, there I was sleeping the day away and Lindsey was getting the house into shape.
I’m not used to her level of commitment to a clean house. A clean house is peaceful to her, a messy one is chaos. If I’m honest, I like a clean house, but if its disorganized… oh well. We are quite different in that way. When I woke up yesterday I was certainly glad to see it, but I almost immediately felt guilty that I didn’t help.
I wish I was wired like her, it would make it a lot easier for me to help, and to know how to help. I still don’t have drive to do the dirty work, but I want to. I think that is helping make some progress. Slowly.