I told my husband the car needed to be cleaned last week.
We had a wedding to go to, and we were picking up my parents. I didn’t want cookies and other debris from the children, on the seat of the car, or anywhere they may have touched. He groaned because he said he wasn’t the one who drove the car all the time, but I was stuck with the kids all the time. I told him he needed to clean the car while I got the spare room ready for my parents. They were spending the remainder of the weekend with us, so they could spend some time with the grandkids. My husband graciously offered to vacuum the bedroom, do a quick dusting and make the bed with fresh sheets, while I cleaned the car. I didn’t realize how hot it had become while we were inside talking about who was going to do each chore. I realized my husband was going to be inside with the air conditioning while I was stuck outside with the heat. I wasn’t happy with this turn of events, but it was my own fault. I should have just gotten the bedroom cleaned, and then asked him to clean the car. He probably would have turned on the radio and air conditioning while he was stuck inside. I would have had time to shower and start getting ready for the wedding. I was sweaty and grungy by the time my parents arrived. They were grateful for the clean room and private bath. They thanked my husband for turning on the air conditioning so it would be cool, then asked what happened to me.