What do you do when one of you is so much more fastidious and house-proud than the other, in my case DP?
I'm no slattern, by any stretch of the imagination (washing up always done after each meal, surfaced wiped, bathroom is nice, toys and stuff tidied neatly away throughout the day, laundry always fresh blah blah blah) but DP just takes the biscuit. He is constantly "ahead" with the housework and feels hard done by because of it (and I feel unfairly blamed, and secretly judge him for being pernickity). However, paradoxically, I have certain standards, which he completely disregards and says are ridiculous, such as actually washing cutlery carefully and individually and then rinsing it before draining, and at least TRYING not to spill on the table cloth (DD, 2.10, manages perfectly well)...
I have tried to suggest that he needs to take responsibility for his own expectations and high standards, but he just feels I'm being unsupportive and can't see why I might prioritise other things. He is constantly dust-busting and wiping skirting boards and window sills, sweeping, mopping and hoovering and cleaning the fridge. It's like he can't switch off.
I read with interest on another thread that one poster attributed her fastidiousness to having grown up in a home of deprivation and neglect, and this certainly applies to DP too. When I think about it, this is the only thing we row about, and it would be so nice to be able to resolve it creatively and intelligently, but I feel totally stuck!
I feel as if I up my game and try to match his efforts, I am conceding that he is right and that all this house work, which I feel could be done much less frequently (try once a week instead of every other day) is actually necessary, or that I'm giving in to what I perceive to be his unreasonalble expectation just to keep him happy. I do of course want him to be happy, but not to feel manipulated into making it so. Do I make sense?
Any ideas? What are people implementing in their relationships? Or should I just count myself lucky to have a tidy man, and roll up my sleeves an get stuck in?