Dear Spousal Unit,

When I left the house 24 hours ago, I had no idea. All I asked, as I scurried for the door, late as usual, was that you vacuum the floor before I got back. It’s not too much to ask, really—considering all the laundry I’d washed and folded. So, for your effort. . . I’d like to express my gratitude.

Thank you for:

  • Vacuuming the floors (OMG, you were listening)
  • Hand mopping the kitchen floor (Wish I could have seen that!)
  • Putting away all your laundry (Your laundry must be in shock being out its baskets)
  • Making the boy put away all his laundry (How much candy did you have to give him?)
  • Disinfecting all the bathrooms (Yeah, I know, you’re a freakin saint)
  • Making our bed (Good for you, mastering all those buttons on the duvet!)
  • Wiping down all the cabinet doors (Ok, now, you’re scaring me)
  • Detailing the kitchen (I don’t know what you are on, but are you going to share your stash?)

But, most especially, I want to thank you for not ratting me out for the shitty housekeeper I am to your family when they arrive for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday.

Most Affectionately,

Your Wife