DH got up early with dd this morning leaving me in bed as I have a stinking cold. I got up to find he'd decided to do the washing up, wipe down the surfaces and sweep the kitchen floor. Ah bless, I thought, how thoughtful seeing as I feel so rubbish but as a SAHM I feel it's mostly my responsibility though he does a lot to be fair.
Anyway, five minutes later dd wants some toast, so more washing up and then crumbs on the surface, then she finishes that with a custard cream biscuit which she likes to eat by pulling the biscuit apart, so lots more crumbs on the floor.
DH wailed "daddy just swept that up".
Was I wrong to smile and say "welcome to my world!"