Hubby makes progress

Okay, so my hubby made HUGE progress this weekend in the picking-up, or as I like to say, the not-being-such-a-massively-disgusting-slob, department.

 We didn’t get off to a good start, though.  On Friday morning, I was ready to pull out my hair.  Piece by piece. Until I was sporting the Bruce Willis look.  Why?  Because I was bemoaning the fact that a grown man either a) cannot find the trash can in his own home, after residing there for over two years or b) lives in a dreamland where trash miraculously morphs into the trash can all by itself or c) both of the above.

See, my husband had a little snackie that morning, and left me to wake up to this:

Exhibit A:  Fortune cookie left on counter

Apparently, it was either a disgusting cookie, or he only opened it for the fortune inside.  Either way, he left the cookie entrails behind for me—how sweet.   Here’s hoping the fortune said, “I see cleanliness in your future”, and not “You are destined to live your days like filthy swine”.

The next photo, though, is awe-inspiring.  This is a very rare moment, a once in a lifetime occurrence, and I got it on camera.  My husband was actually cleaning his hair cuttings out of the sink within minutes of making the mess!  Without any prompting from me!

If I hadn’t actually recoreded this moment for prosperity, I would have thought I was daydreaming.

Granted, he left the vacuum in the bathroom afterwards, but hey, you’ve gotta crawl before you walk.  Baby steps, people, baby steps.