I don't want to sound like a snob (wink wink!), but ever since I Paula left my life there have been moments of sincere mourning. I know, I know not everyone else has had the opportunity to have help cleaning their house. But here's the secret: Lose an ovary. Grow a ginormous tumor on your ovary that cuts off the blood supply, have emergency surgery, and be laid up for a few weeks. That's how Paula and I first hooked up. Once she came and we all experienced the few moments of heaven when everything is in order, the dust is wiped away, and the grime is down the drain, it was hard to admit I was recovered and capable of cleaning my home again. However, after a while, I had to confess I needed to stand on my own two feet again and we let Paula bless another family's home. Tyler's concession to my cutback was to volunteer to clean our shower. And let me just say, he can rock a scrub brush. Not even Paula can get rid of the scum and soap like Tyler. AND, I didn't have to nag him or beg him to do it. I came home after a baby shower Saturday and he was scrubbing away. Seriously, how hot is that? I can't show you the before pictures, but he has worked it! It's literally all white and sparkly. I love that man!