Cleaning Crew

Michelle comes home today after a seven-day trip to Utah and Las Vegas, during which time Cooper and I have managed to destroy the house. I read a story about a study that said marriages are better off when spouses have divisions of labor in the household. In the Show household, I clean my toilet and Michelle cleans everything else. So needless to say, I don't keep up with the housework when she's gone. The nice thing, of course, is that a little over two years ago we decided to bring a manual laborer into this world. Here he is filling up the dishwasher. I managed to use the same coffee cup every day for a week.


In college I once went an entire semester without cleaning my sheets. Michelle cleans the sheets like once a week. Cooper is pretty good as putting the fitted sheet on but he stinks with the pillow cases. We're learning, though. I think in this shot he was distracted by the sound of an airplane outside.


And the floors. Listen, I don't clean floors. I didn't live in a house with a vacuum cleaner until I got married. At least twice a week, I'm told to leave the house so Michelle can double Swiffer the floors. One dry Swiffer followed by one wet Swiffer. There's no way in hell I'm cleaning the floors. Cooper seems to like it. He even Swiffered the shelves; at least the ones he can reach. And he hit the fireplace hearth, which I don't even think Michelle gets.