My wife likes having a clean house. In the aftermath of sickness going through our family, my constant (and never-ending) study for qualifying exams, and my general inability to notice dirt in places that are obvious to her left the house in a fine state of disarray. My wife was getting off of work early and I had an appointment to meet with an instructor for further preparations towards my exams. Our son had just fallen asleep. I took off to deal with my exam issues and my wife (I later found out) started cleaning.
When I returned to the house she was in the middle of mopping the floor in the main room (tile) and I stopped dead in my tracks to wait for instructions (Can I come in? Do my shoes come off? How can I help?). Eventually I was invited in and found out that our son was still asleep. I helped in what little ways I could. Our pub table was being moved from the main living area into our son’s room. Wouldn’t you know it, the table was too wide to go down the hallway. I got out my tools and took it apart, dragged it down the hallway, and put it back together again. When I returned we had a clean, large room. Then our son woke up.
He’s still pretty small and he was instantly taken by the large amount of floor space we had hidden beneath furniture, dirt, and food (the food mostly his doing). We got out one of his big bouncy balls and played a “game” of catch, throw, kick, bounce, laugh and smile. We’re thinking about keeping the floor space more open to provide greater indoor playing space for him. He had a great time. Just in time for Thanksgiving.