Mr. Clean

Phil LOVES to clean..and I mean, LOVES TO.

Crazy, right?! I am convinced he uses house chores as some rare form of therapy. We wake up - he cleans. We get home from school - he cleans. We get ready to go to bed - he CLEANS! Now, let's compare this to my therapy of choice - drinking tea. I wake up - I drink tea. I get home from school - I drink tea. We get ready to go to bed - I drink tea. Haha...

Anyways, above all of the possible house chores (gardening, dishes, sweeping, dusting, etc.), I would have to say that his most favourite chore is doing the laundry. He has it down to a science. Yes, A SCIENCE. I mean - you have heard of "whites and darks"....but Phil goes beyond this, having piles of "reds and pinks", "towels", "dry-fit items", "dry-clean items", "pashminas"...........and the list goes on. Of course it doesn't end there. Phil has also read and re-read the instruction manual of our new, Italian-made washing machine and confidently changes settings to suit each load he tosses in.

Now, if we were to discuss the "folding and putting away of" laundry, I would say he has it down to an art. Yes, AN ART. Clothes are folded with care and items to be hung up are arranged according to type (gym wear, long-sleeved shirts, sweatshirts, coats, pants, etc.). And, not to fear! The drying rack always looks colourfully decorated, as the cycles of washing continue throughout the week. It is quite the production!

As I sit here writing this post, Phil is in the living room doing his favourite thing. I am trying to multi-task by making a grocery list. First thing on the list? Blueberry and vanilla tea. "Is there anything else I should add?" I ask him. Phil yells back, "fabric softener". Haha, whatever keeps you calm.