Dusting is no Laughing Matter

The other night, as my husband and I were tossing ourselves into bed, I said,"I am going to have to have a talk with the cleaning lady; she is doing a lousy job keeping up with the dusting and the floors!" My husband slowly turned his head and just stared at me like I was a lunatic. My statement was meant to be a self-deprecating joke since I am the one (and seemingly the only one) who cleans around my house. I have to admit that dusting is my least favorite household task, and I don't do it very often. It feels like dusting is a waste of time because dust continues to fall even as you are wiping it off. The job is never truly finished--there just isn't that feeling of accomplishment for me like when I clean toilets or put clean dishes away, or mow the yard. Even though I don't dust as often as Martha Stewart has her servants dust, I have to say that do bite the bullet and do it when I have to. My husband, on the other hand, hasn't touched a dust cloth of any kind for at least the last five years, probably longer. I guess dust doesn't bother him. Neither does having no curtains on the windows, having dilapidated furniture, or chairs that are wrecking havoc on my hardwood floors. Every household item I have in my home (including furniture, curtains, and bed linens rugs, etc.) are there because I demanded that we have them. I swear my husband would be happy living in a cave with nothing on if he could get away with it! Anyway, I couldn't believe he didn't even get a chuckle out of my joke about the cleaning lady. I guess he is afraid I will want to hire a real cleaning lady, and goodness knows he wont' want to pay for that!