We cleaned our church this morning. One of the toilets was clogged, all the bathrroms smelt like a latrine, and lucky Sam got to deal with it all. I felt horrible! Normally, a wife should relish watching her husband scrubbing and mopping and wiping and plunging a bathroom, but it made me want to cry! I kept trying to take over but he wouldn't let me. It's kinda like if I went to work and Sam stayed home with the kids. It felt backwards and I work hard so Sam doesn't have to do any cleaning. Watching him do it was heartbreaking. It was the first and last time I hope Sam has to clean a bathroom while we are married and I plan to be married to him for the rest of my life!!!!