Let me tell you what happened in our house tonight.
I cut Conlan’s hair and, as is to be expected, needed to clean up all the trimmings in the bathroom. I asked my husband where the broom was. For those of you who aren’t yet familiar, I’m not the world’s greatest housekeeper and I truly didn’t know where it was.
A few minutes later I returned to the bathroom to find the broom and dustpan propped up outside the door. The floor had already been swept.
All because my husband knows that when I say “Where’s the broom?” I’m really saying “Could you please sweep up the bathroom but still give me good wife housekeeping points for looking like I was actually planning to do it myself?”
You can’t rush this kind of intimacy, people. You can’t pull this off after just 3 months. God bless our 7 years.