Yeah, yeah, I know- give up the control.

(Just thought I'd answer what y'all would be thinking before you say it in comments)

Today is the first "chore" day since my surgery. This is, by far, the most difficult part of having surgery. Allowing someone else to do 'my' chores. It's been OK (tolerable in that I'm not agonizing over it) in allowing the bearded eye-roller to help me with the small stuff, like dishes, dinner etc. and I've been very good at thanking him (sincerely!) for every thing he does. He's really such a great guy and I feel very lucky. He's also very neat and doesn't make messes, and I feel even luckier for that.

With that said, I've been turning my eyes away from the stuff that I normally would clean, because I don't want to nag or seem like I'm being bossy and ungrateful. I see little fuzz balls starting to creep around the baseboards (no, I'm not INSPECTING- I just notice these things!) and it's making me a little crazy, but I'm doing my best to ignore.

Have I mentioned the dust I see when the sunlight hits the furniture? No? Good- because I'm trying to ignore it.

He started the laundry a little while ago. In the basket was all sorts of colors. When I do laundry, I have three colors of loads:
1. Greens (towels, and green clothes)
2. Reds (sheets, towels, and red clothes)
3. Everything else (jeans, etc.)

I noticed that he only grabbed what was in the laundry sorter, and planned to stick all of it together in one load. I also noticed that he was missing the sheets and towels- not to mention WAY too many colors going on there. As he went to grab the sheets off the bed, I sorted the laundry into three piles and grabbed the towels from the bathrooms.

I'm an admitted laundry snob. I have to have certain detergents and certain fabric softeners for certain things. I also use bleach every other week, so the whites don't get full of holes. Not only that, I *always* run my wash through an additional rinse cycle because 'someone' in the house has sensitive skin that doesn't tolerate laundry soap very well. In the second rinse cycle, I add the fabric softener (two caps if it's sheets and towels, fyi...).

Fussy, much?

I 'snuck' out to the laundry area to add the softener and a second rinse to the current load, after noticing that the last load didn't get any softener (as far as I could tell...)

I was caught in the act.

BER : What are you doing?

Me: Oh, just adding softener to the wash

BER : I already did that. You know that little thing in the center of the washer? That's for fabric softener. (note- this was said with a bit of "I can't believe you didn't know this" tone)

Me: (insulted that he thinks I'm an idiot) Yes, I know what that's for- but I don't use it because it gets all gunky

BER :

Me: Besides, I always do two rinses because it's easier on your skin.

BER :

Me: (Decides to let him to it his way and just be VERY thankful that I have someone to help me.)

I'm really afraid to mention the dust bunnies, so I think I'll just let it go until he notices. Hopefully, by then they won't turn into dust bears. Really, it's only been 10 days since I did the deep-dive cleaning. How bad could it be?

::shuts eyes::

I am now going to spend my free time looking for books about how to give up control and allow others to help me without cringing and feeling like a total lump.