That afternoon I returned home to a sink full of dishes, dog toys all over the living room, kitchen counters full of crud, and bits and bobs all over the carpet.
'This is his idea of clean?!' I thought to myself. What exactly did he do to 'straighten up'? Luckily for me, my parents were running late and I was able to get the living room and kitchen up to my standards for being clean.
But it got me wondering (even on Facebook): why do men and women have different definitions of clean? Why would God do that to us?
Husband isn't as bad as man portrayed in pic--just using it for some comedic hyperbole.