What did you say?

We were getting ready to leave the house.  After strapping Audrey in her carseat, I came back inside, to let Mr W know everyone was outside waiting...and had my hands on my shirt, fully intending to flash him some serious skin, because I'm a good wife that way...

I didn't even get a chance to get all the way in the door when he looks up at me and says, "It smells like a** in here.  Didn't you notice it when you came in?"  My hands came off my shirt as I made a mental note to find my nun's habit.   "I love you, too, honey, and I'm a little insulted."  "Why?"  "Why?  Why don't you just say, hey, when did you clean last,"  I giggled, "because it smells like it's been a while."  "That's not what I meant,"  he says, before going on to say, "I mean, we do have four kids running around.  When is the last time they took a bath?"

Now am I not only not flashing him, I thought, but he's not going to be seeing flesh for quite some time.

"Dude, so not only am I lax in housekeeping, but now my kids are smelly, too?  I can assure you that Audrey and Ryan have had baths, very recently, although I can't speak for the big kids..."  "See?  It's gotta be them.." "You're not helping."  I look around, and yeah, the place does need a pick-me-up, and resist the urge to go fetch him the broom and mop and tell him what he can do with it.  "Okay, okay, we'll hose down the big kids later; but neither of us will have time to do anything around the house until Monday."  "Fine."

Well, here it is, Monday.  And I just finished sweeping and mopping, one of my tasks for today. 

I can type him messages when I page him, so a few minutes ago, I typed this message:  "Just mopped.  Now the house smells like 90% clean floor, 10% a**."

As I am considering reinstating my good wife policy when he comes in the door, I am anxiously waiting to hear his response.