This is usually what happens when Mr. P tries to “help out.” A few weeks ago, he removed all of my nicely organized and folded kitchen towels from their drawer when he was searching for something and just had them laying on the dining table. Despite living in our house for more than a year, he rarely knows where anything in the kitchen goes.
On a happier note, he recently started doing the dishes! And I don’t just mean his own dishes after I nag him for hours about it, but he’s even cleaning the mess I make from all my recipes. I’m still suspicious as to why he is suddenly doing them, but I’m really enjoying not having to spend so much time with clean-up.
