little bitty girl

Valentine's Day (yes, I know I am a day late but who really cares?) is such a weird concept. We never really celebrate it. At first, I was a little offended because I had always been throughly spoilt by all previous boys on this day. The first Valentine Day we spent was when we'd been together for all of six months. Stefan just refused to celebrate it because he called it "superficial" and "social bullshit."

Even though I agreed with him, I still wanted to have a little something for him to acknowledge that I would eventually be the love of his life. He surprised me on the day by giving me a tiny chocolate bear holding a heart. Cheesy, but I still loved it. We've kind of celebrated it every year by not celebrating it.

This year, he decided to clean the bathroom. Just so you know, I always clean the bathroom. Partly because if I left it to him, it wouldn't get done. Stefan always said the reason why he doesn't clean it is because I never give him a chance to do it, that I never wait until it's dirty. Hah! I have had this same toilet discussion with numerous co-habiting friends and we have all concluded that a man's brain simply cannot process the idea of dirt as fast as a woman.

I actually don't mind doing this chore. Secretly, it's because I am anal and there is a certain amount of satisfaction that you get from gleaming tubs and counters. It's just the principal of it all, you see.

It's always a hoot when Stefan cleans the bathroom. He only really does it once or twice a year. He dons the gloves and sprays enough cleaner to kill an acre of plants. If he had protective glasses, he would probably put those on. Then also being an anal creature, he will scrub the sink twice as long as needed. I always have to stand nearby because I am never sure that he does as good a job as I. I make comments and he mutters under his breath. We both usually end up doubled over in laughter.

Technically, he didn't even do this on Valentine's Day. He did it the day before. But really, I don't need someone to buy me roses on one special day, I just want someone to clean the toilets once in awhile. Getting down on your knees and getting out the grime is the essence of true love in my books.