I hear you. And I know there are things that really bug Burtimus and he takes care of them, but the bathroom could go to hell and he wouldn't care. The upside is the same, that he doesn't care, which is good because if I don't do it, he won't be upset by that. In the years when we had little kids, the house was always in some level of untidy if not out and out danger of being condemned. Between my mobility issues and the kids it was more than I could handle. Dog help me if I had a hubby who wanted a Leave it to Beaver type home -- cause that just ain't me.Vick, this is frustrating for me, as well. But I do have to admit, my husband *does* make an attempt. The problem is, it's not up to my standard. When I think "clean the house" I'm thinking of ALL the necessary tasks, including the always pleasant toilet bowl scrubbing, mopping, cleaning dust bunnies out from under beds, etc. He thinks: If it looks clean, it's clean. If it looks tidy, it doesn't matter what's shoved into closets, under beds, into random drawers. I get so frustrated, having to ask and explain and then RE-ASK and RE-EXPLAIN what my vision of a clean house is, I just eventually give up and do it myself. That's my bad.
He really does try, and if I tell him what I want done, he does an excellent job without complaint, unlike my ex who gave me nothing but static (and bruises, truth be told). But I guess I just wish sometimes that I didn't have to say, "Hey, the toilet is dirty, wouldya mind cleaning it?" He has done that, and I appreciate it, but most of the time it makes me crazier than him, usually when I'm home alone, so I just go ahead and do it. And then grumble. To myself, naturally.
OTOH, he dealt with pet stink for many years (still does) which makes him a saint since he really didn't/doesn't want pets.