— by Kimberly Blaker
to worry though, our brand new carpet
would absorb the overflow.
I could watch no more. I finally
offered my help to finish cleaning the
mess, and my hubby eagerly obliged.
He then rinsed his hands under the fau-
cet and shook them over the soon-to-
be-eaten meal. I suppose it would have
been too much to ask him to use one
of the seven dishtowels he had strewn
about the kitchen.
Every Woman’s Dream?
Adventures with a House Hubby
I
was one of those lucky women
whose husband helped around
the house. But I still remember
trying to convince him to assist the first
few years of our marriage when the kids
were little, and I was working full-time.
I became so desperate,