When I’m at my in-laws house, I’m a cleaning fool.
Not that they don’t know I have “issues.” There have been enough less-than-two-weeks-warning visits over the years that my secret isn’t completely safe.
But when I’m at their house, I’m Queen Dishwasher.
See, for the first few years we were married, I was lost over how to help out. My mother-in-law was a working mother and is a master of cooking ahead. She would do lots of cooking on the weekends, and they would eat “leftovers” all week. So, with her style of cooking, there are no last minute cooking tasks to help with. Dinner is always completely done when we arrive.
Of course, it took a while for it to occur to me (as a slob) that cleaning the kitchen could be my way of earning the title of the Favorite Daughter in Law. (It’s OK to say that since I’m her only daughter-in-law.)
So now, it’s my “thing” to clean the kitchen. Sometimes someone else gets to it first, but generally I just saunter in there, fill the sink with hot soapy water (since she doesn’t use her dishwasher), and get to washing. I even wipe down the counters . . . and use a dry paper towel to shine the sink when I’m done.
I know. Crazy.