Slave driver

Hubs had a birthday on Saturday. He turned thirty something.

I usually I say something about how much I love him and list out several of those things.

This year instead I gave him a very special gift. The gift of housework.

I am such a slave driver I didn't even give him the day off to do what ever it was he wanted. I had him help me clean the house instead.

We scrubbed, dusted, mopped, swept, vacuumed, washed, dried, folded, and put away laundry all day.

The house now sparkles and shines from top to bottom.

And to make it even a better day, he had to go film the varsity football scrimmage that evening.

I did how ever reward him for his work. The boys and I took him out to dinner.

So happy belated birthday Hubs! Thanks for all your help this weekend!

I love you!