my domesticated mate

Jonathan is a strange animal. Fabulous, but strange.

Saturdays are his days for sleeping in, drinking coffee, surfing the internet, lounging about, and then- productivity mania! It’s usually around 12:30 that he plugs his ipod headphones into his ears and gets down to business. He cleans the dishes, scrubs the kitchen, does a few loads of laundry, takes out the trash, puts away the collection of shoes at the front door, changes Charlie’s litter box, pays bills, makes his half of the grocery list, and makes us both lunch. And if you aren’t impressed yet, here is the icing on the cake: This past Saturday, I walked into the guest room to find him ironing all of our linen napkins! (I won’t mention the dancing in place while doing so, either.)

I’m telling you- I have no idea where I found this one! He’s the rare unicorn only seen deep in the forest somewhere in the land of elves. I started laughing so hard and gave him a big hug. He said, “Why don’t you just remember this when you give me a hard time for not turning off the lights.”

Deal.