Chris has called three times from work today to check on how I’m doing. And I’ve only been out of bed for two hours. We were chatting and he mentioned that maybe I could get some more cleaning done (dishes are still a bit out of hand and there’s laundry to take care of). Five minutes later he calls back: “Uhhh… have you started cleaning yet?”
Me: Uh, no. *Thinking: As if I’ve gotten up in the last five minutes to do something dumb like that!*
Him: Okay, good. Don’t clean. I don’t think you should clean today.
Me: *wondering if this is reverse psychology* Okay, I don’t have a problem with that.
Him: Two of the ladies upstairs went into labour with their first kid after cleaning the house. So I don’t think you should clean. I think you should lie down all day.
Dear ladies that work with Chris:
(I’m still going to fold some laundry though)