End of Problem 1

When you have a seven and a half feet guest roaming around your house, would it be unfair to ask him to clean the fans and clear the cobwebs off the ceiling?

My house has lot of light and the light allows even a naked human eye a great view of all the dust and grime. So it's a task to dust and dust and wipe and wipe. When we agreed on white walls, ceilings and curtains for the house, it was also agreed that we would share the polishing and scrubbing equally and the compliments, if any followed. I am a fair person, you see.

Now much later, tables, chairs and walls within reach often get the duster treatment from me. But for the higher ups like fans and corners, I need to plead, cajole and bully the lazy man in the house. Whose helping hand is no longer extended or even given a glimpse of. Mostly it's tucked well between knees while pretending to sleep or crossed firmly over chest or engaged in punching the poor remote out of shape.

So, every time I have our tall friend around, I think of all that he can do with just a sweep of his hand. It struck me when the other day, while walking out in a hurry, he hit his head on the huge lamp hanging from the ceiling. The same one, I have been piling chairs and tables over to climb on to clean. At the risk of breaking a leg.

I have given hubby the option of moving his ass and wiping the fans and lights clean regularly, or I would call for his new friend's services and use his god given asset. Ah, problem tackled, such bliss!