Cleaning!

I really hate cleaning. Lucky me, Roger does the cleaning weekly while I do the dishes. However, a few times a year, we both get into cleaning the house. So far today we've cleaned the living room, rearranged and cleaned the bedroom and ate pizza. We still have the kitchen to clean and the hall and the bathroom. Even today I am lucky because Roger does most of the cleaning. He is so good about that. He doesn't get cranky if I leave my shoes in the doorway or my clothes on the floor. But, he does like a clean house. I try to keep stuff picked up, but it isn't that important when it comes to the hierarchy of important things to do in life. We have fun. We get along and are happy. Isn't that all that really matters? (And that we don't get sick from germs?)